Monday, March 30, 2020

there alone amongst the faithless. By Jck Hnry


the trees
            are breathing      again
she says
fresh rain
falls
hard
fills culverts
& basins:
streams creeks & rivers
branches
thick & green
reach up
beyond the mist
beyond
the clouds
each year
decade
century
            a delicate dance
reaching above & beyond
            touching
            up next & near
            the face of god
there alone
amongst the
faithless
a god awaiting
            rain
that may allow
her
            to breathe again -







jck hnry is a neo-modernist, post-apocalyptic writer, living in the hard scrub of a californian desert.  after a 10 year hiatus hnry is back at it.  recent publications include:  Deuce Coupe, Rye Whiskey Review, Razur Cuts, Cajun Mutt, Dissident Voices, Horror Sleaze Trash, Bold Monkey, Red Fez, dope fiend daily and a bunch of other noble zines and journals.  Chapbooks/Books: “Snow in Summer and the Playground is Closed,” “Empty Houses-Kendra Steiner Editions,” “the Downtown Cafe (Erbacce Press),” “With the Patience of Monuments (neoPoesis) ,” “Crunked, (Epic Rites)” and “the Righthand Curve of a Continuous Circle. (Blunt Trauma Press).”  hnry is also editor and publisher of "Heroin Love Songs, V2.0, 7thEd" available now. for more go to jackhenry.wordpress.com.

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