Issue 19

Winter 2019

Love me more than anything.

Jared Pearce

Just when it’s getting good, the rain

stops: barely slicking the road,

hardly cooling the concrete.

The clouds whip off as ghosts

might, thunderless, making breaths

that tingle a second, but leave

no lightening. I kneel in the tomato

blight, the singed ferns. When

will we drench to the roots!

Drops hit the barrel dust, making

the moon, that lovely, deserted

devotee, and the echinacea stiffs

on its dried stalks, fists full

of spikes. The blanket of lawn

tears like a hairshirt.

About the Author

Aubade Press released Jared Pearce’s Annotated Murder of One (www.aubadepublishing.com/annotated-murder-of-one). His poems have recently been or will soon be shared in Picaroon, Southword, WORK, Triggerfish, and Wilderness House.

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