“Today is a trumpet to set the hounds baying. The past is a fox the hunters are flaying. Nothing unspoken goes without saying. Love’s a casino where lovers risk playing. The future’s a marker our hearts are prepaying. The future’s a promise there’s no guaranteeing. Today is a fire the field mice are…”— Campbell McGrath, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, truce, Reaping, Past
“The guy Dad sold your car to comes back to get his money, leaves the car. With filthy rags we rub it down until it doesn’t shine and wipe your blood into the seams of the seat. Each snowflake stirs before lifting into the sky as I learn you won’t be dead. The unsuffering ends when the mess of your h…”— Matt Rasmussen, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, snowflake, Suffering, Bullet