Featured Poet, Amy Barry

Willie RyanInspired by The Waking of Willie Ryan, by John Broderick

He hears the manic laughter

of a fly,

sits up among thistles,


a concussed journey.

The eyes of a red fox latch on his

but he takes no notice,

repeatedly clenches,


his nerve-riddled fists.

A gunshot echoes,

deafens the silent field. 

Birds scatter as fox blood glistens,

red fur giving itsel...


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