Brent Pallas Reads Two Poems

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DATE : Fri, 17 Nov 2006 11:14:43 -0500
Entered in Database : 2006-11-17 16:14:43
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  Finding His Way for T. Burch Following his footprints afterwards they saw the long trail of a stain where he began upstairs. And looking back they almost smiled thinking how he must have sat there holding the gun just so. And still it went off leaving him only blind but still breathing. And he must have known then how he had not done what he needed to do. His mind a mess making its way back down those steps where the extra shells were kept. Knowing this was just another mistake he had made.   The Stone Age There are Stone Age people living now, In the Space Age....              Survivors of the Stone Age—R. Marcus They don’t know what they’re missing raincoats, spiral notebooks, hockey on Saturday afternoons. Living deep in the woods, picking up whatever falls. Shy as children, distrustful of strangers. Without the glint of choice they marry young, carrying whatever’s needed, snaring whatever comes. Old at thirty. No seeds of possibility bloating pockets, things to bring in from the rain. Dividing the least stem of existence with a dull edge, waking, eating, sleeping, leaning close for warmth.   These poems originally appeared in the 10.3 (Spring 2006) issue of The 2River View...

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