Northern Sights
The arctic skies are drinking
tears tonight,
my old Kentucky home,
and we are hammered
by the stillness,
by the nails of meadow
grass and oak saloons;
I love that taste
of whiskey-sacred
eelgrass, trinity
and close to Pennacook
New Hampshire where
I dreamt the turnpike
supernatural island,
unbelievable
fluorescent exit,
ghost deposit saving soul,
and alone.
~Son Rivers 2005
A DIFFERENT FOURTH OF JULY
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I have looked for a suitable poem for the 4th of July this year. I examined
several old examples. All the while, however, there was a very unpleasant
feeli...
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