Sunday, August 22, 2021

Sleet, & Freezing Rain by Timothy Resau

Loss, like the passing clouds….
Gone quicker than
words written in the wind.
The idea of seeing Time.
The unforgettable psycho-dreams.
A belief in the definition of whiskey,
& life’s never long enough.




Timothy Resau has been published in the U.S., Canada, Portugal, and the U.K. Recently his work has been in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Sideways Poetry Magazine, Sylvia Magazine, The Beautiful Space, and an essay is forthcoming in Loch Raven Review, as well as poetry in Rat’s Ass Review, Native Skin, and Pure Slush. He’s just completed a novel called Three Gates East. His career has been in the international wine industry.

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