fall 2015 / Poetry 2015 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

Such Orphanage—John Sibley Williams

Such Orphanage On all fours and roaming the peculiar half- hour between orange and blue light, I howl in response to the silence of the hills leaning over my city. My city, yes, I speak like a dog lifting its leg, trying to possess. I speak and have only names to show for it. * … Continue reading