This Poem is Like a Bruise This poem is like a bruise A deep black Lake Superior knocking over the white caps rolling into last breaths An angry purple from the rage of red until the flattening of color blends into a subdued yellow of surrender If you’re weak of heart this poem is not a holiday, It does not twinkle, nor Are its words, lights from a city observed upon the descent each, a pushpin of hope If you wait, there is just a tiny ripple when a coin is flipped into a well hallow, the eye-socket, black, and empty Timothy Gager is the author of fourteen books of short fiction and poetry. Every Day There Is Something About Elephants , a book of 108 flash fictions, selected by over fifty-five editors, was released by Big Table Publishing in 2018. He's the former host of the successful Dire Literary Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He has had over 500 works of fiction and poetry published and of which thirteen have been nomi...
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