Poem Author: Bruce Weigl

Immorality of Beauty

by Bruce Weigl: The river where Faith drowned. / The marks her desperate fingers / gouged into the muddy bank.

Elegy for Myself

When they said You with the stars in your eyes, I didn’t know they were talking to me. I thought it was just voices I was hearing in the slag heaps and down the ethnic alleys of stolen plumbs and black cherries of late summer. I thought it was something wrong in my head when …

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