Augury
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I own like six nail clippers
and I honestly can’t
find
even one
The Laughter Lines poetry competition was run by Penstricken, a literary magazine. My poem "Sunset" was one of the top three runners up.
To hold hands
is to be in chains.
I made you in my image
so you could have everything I’m proud of.
You wave
at everyone.
usually goodbye,
sometimes hello.
If I had slept ten minutes, I had slept a lifetime.
Barlow beams as the escapement begins to rotate. His workshop is laced with tobacco and damp and the fading scent of industry.
A solitary gull
arced over stone,
mimicked
by a white vessel
far above and away
which could not flap its wings.