poetry
K.B. Whitley and Carolyn Brown Zniewski
Lost in the Folds
Of her loose
Full garment
In her house
In a fold in
The hollow
Behind the
Hills where
Quiet still
Prevailed
And slow
Was the
Way and
We met
And loved
The days
Away
In the folds
Of her loose
Full garment
In the hollow
Behind the
Hills in the
Quiet and
The slow.
Billy Faier
billy faier’s defunct
who used to play
a water smooth silver banjo
and write one, two, three,
four folk songs
just like that.
jesus he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your one
eyed boy,
mister death?
by Carolyn Brown Zniewski
after e.e. cummings
by K.B. Whitley
Cenizo
Second Quarter 2016
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