12/8/2017 0 Comments Poetry by Colin DoddsToo Frail to Mock Reality is too frail to mock at this hour. Our feelings do not run strong or long enough. We are at the mercy of a gigantic echo. The word Already rings throughout the echo. It opens sentences and closes whole worlds. In our one moment in the sanctum, we gather our voice and call out: “Wait, we think we’ve found the answer: It’s either the Irish Blessing Cross or own urine.” Like that, the little you screws things up for the big you. The Last Sounds The nearby men discuss alternatives to lotto. Venus got a brand new flytrap. They are shouting. I may not puke. But I remember how. I wish I were that guy over there. He doesn’t look too happy. But he’s all the way over there. Bio: Colin Dodds is a writer. His work has appeared in more than 250 publications, been anthologized, nominated and shortlisted for numerous prizes, and praised by luminaries including Norman Mailer and David Berman. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife and daughter. See more of his work at thecolindodds.com.
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