monday evening
reggie’s daughters came to visit
it had been six years
since he had last seen them
when they arrived he greeted them
they didn’t speak
he flicked his tongue out & in quickly
to try & break the silence
they never cracked a smile
or made eye contact
he looked back at me for advice
his eyes open glassy
desperation
i don’t know
that i’d ever seen that side of him
like blood
after a bullet enters
small pieces of his toughness
dripped down his forehead
slowly
When not traveling highways across America, Victor Clevenger spends his days in a Madhouse and his nights writing poetry. Selected pieces of his work have appeared in print magazines and journals around the world, as well as at a variety of places online. In 2017, Victor was nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology, as well as a Pushcart Prize. His most recent published collections of poetry include a split book with Tom Farris titled Ginger Roots Are Best Taken Orally (EMP, 2018) and A Finger in the Hornets’ Nest (Red Flag Press, 2018).
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just brilliant!!!
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