Poem – Salvation Days (By R.T. Castleberry)

  In the turn from wide to narrow streets seams in the street shudder my tires, loosed leaves flutter through the fog. Police on patrol secure the corner the five-columned church commands. Blocked by brush-wide blurs of contrails, the sun settles behind the storm.   There’s a death in my house, a dearth of charity, a chastened child unwrapping his […]

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Poem – It Sounds Dramatic (By R.T. Castleberry)

  In this small, blue room— overheated, clenched by melancholy, I sit the night, guarding carnival goods, blood potions, the knife thrower’s serrated blades. Two buskers beach-walk a tune, harmonies muffled by wave’s insistence. A mathematical conceit of stars burning to earth enriches water’s lap against pier beams, a night sailor’s crossing.   Taken on as apprentice, the alchemist insists […]

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