by Nick Tabone | Apr 19, 2021 | Poetry
i. It’s here. Two days ago it carried away one of the crew. Now he claws the walls of a quarantine hotel room in The Canadian Soo. ii. Daily we are vetted.Our sinuses scoured.Is it manifest within us?Who’ll be next?It’s hard not to...
by Nick Tabone | Apr 2, 2021 | Poetry
Never one for goodbyeshe slips away before dawns first light. His getaway, a taxicabon black roads varnished with dew. A thief in the night, his belongings in the boot and a head full of jewels and sadness.
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