Category: Historical Poetry
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Manner and Means of the Conspiracy
At the corner of Halcyon and Silver, A crime scene ribbon sashes the porch, jack O’Lanterns melt on the stoop of a house where no one, anylonger answers the door, or even peers from the windows where not even ghosts come knocking. A. It was part of the conspiracy that Tara and Ed had lived…
Nick Rees Gardner 