G a r y   J .   W h i t e h e a d

 

Cold Case

 

The child I knew, who has been missing

for years, lies in a shallow not quite grave

in a not quite grove of not quite trees.

There, there is an earthy smell, a hissing

sibilance, like cottonwoods in a breeze

or a cloud of bats waking in a cave.

 

Sometimes there’s a rustling under my skin,

a not quite life beneath this not quite bark.

Up out of the deadwood, out of the doubt,

smooth and green and full of wonder again,

I can almost find what I want to shout,

the echo used to navigate the dark.

 

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The Note

Allan Peterson

Robert Scotellaro

CL Bledsoe

John Grey

Howie Good

Jeanie Tomasko

F. John Sharp
Eric Burke

Mark Reep

Alex Stolis

Robin Wyatt Dunn

Marc Vincenz

Doug Draime

Susan Lewis

Philippe Shils

Jordan Smith

Laura M. Kaminski

Rose Auslander

Brad Rose

José Angel Araguz

F. J. Bergmann

Larry D. Thomas

Len Kuntz

Ray Templeton

Mather Schneider

M J Iuppa

Corey Mesler

Timothy Gager

Meg Tuite

Bill Yarrow
Dale Wisely

Gary J. Whitehead

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