Sunday, November 25, 2018
Silence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder. by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
The uncomfortable silence
I’m at my best.
is for charlatans
Admire the man
who can sit in front of you
without a word
He is a saint
among the manied tongues
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, The Rye Whiskey Review, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.
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