Prayer if there’s a god I have only one request and that is— grant me eyes to see in them what I see in a old farm truck rusting in a field how prisms shine through shattered glass how wildflowers sprout through holes in the floorboards Brian Rihlmann was born in New Jersey and currently resides in Reno, Nevada. He writes free verse poetry, much of it on the confessional side. He has been published in Blognostics, Yellow Mama, Raven Cage Zine, Synchronized Chaos, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, and others.
Like the title says.