Poetry by Steve Passey

Five Fights Every Night

You think it’s
Scars from fists
Elbows and knees
Sometimes even knives

It ain’t like that

It’s alcohol
Fear and hate
(All kinds)
No money
No money
No money
No money

And

Everyone
Penned together
With all the other
Lesser lives

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Nothing to Burn

I don’t even have a picture to set fire to
We don’t have photographs now, just pictures,
And we just erase them, so
There is nothing to burn

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Steve Passey is from Southern Alberta. He is the author of the short-fiction collection "Forty-Five Minutes of Unstoppable Rock" (Tortoise Books) and "The Coachella Madrigals" (Luminous Press) and many other individual things. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee, a one time Best of the Net nominee and is also part of the editorial collective at The Black Dog Review. Tweet to him @TheStevePassey.

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