Tag: Poems
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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 […]
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Reminiscing at the Highway Garage
I wasn’t always political. Hand me that ratchet, never voted, but gone days don’t come back. Engine’s burning oil. Each year I think about the year before. Plans change, the world changes, these bolts are rusted and I’m gonna have to change with it. Each day’s a bit of luck. Look at my hands, hardly […]
Nick Rees Gardner 