Colleen Harris
Photo: Eddie 07
They are so poor, he says, they sit
on rough patches of dirt
stacking rocks to pass the time
while goats scavenge the garbage.
He says he watched a boy shoot
a man for taking a rock
from the boy’s side of the mountain.
It was just a rock, he says, looking
at his hands. Not a gem, or
shiny, or [...]
Kenneth Pobo
Photo: j-pocztarski
In 745 Li Po
peppers a poem
about loneliness
with a mountain
and, inevitably,
a moon. Today
in Middletown,
I’m lonely. A mall
a half mile away,
that’s a mountain too.
Some regrets are
mountains. Some
can never be climbed.
Jill Kelly Koren
Photo: allygirl520
I killed a man,
though I did not see it happen;
I knew I had done it
because a) I was trying to destroy the evidence:
little scraps of yellow paper
with damning information
and b) the desperation I felt was immense;
I knew it was wrong to obstruct Justice,
but a stronger force than conscience propelled me
away from the [...]
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