BROWSE Columns
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i. collision of paranoia and pandemic
when your loved one in the passenger seat
turns over after crossing
the second state line
and describes a lump in their throat
their head in the sky
and you fall down that hole.
the possibilities. in your left ear
a buzz :
at what point is it too late
to turn back? is it too late to cry?
in your right a breath :
your brother after all
has graduated
fifteen years
and you were once
so close
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ii. collision of changing seasons
and when you come home feeling in your own
throat a lump and feel your own head floating
floating
at what point is it too late to act?
a technician after all fished around and found
nothing.
Negative.
nothing wrong with you.
it is that season after all.
Stephen. R. Minnich lives in Richmond, Virginia with his partner, their two guinea pigs, and a cat. By day, he teaches college courses. By evening, he serves craft beer. By night, he writes. He has published sparingly in the past and has been working on his craft over the last several years before reentering the realm of publication.
