Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Memories 4 Sale By Timothy Resau

We all have memories we want to sell

or have already sold.

Here’s a bag of costly memories:

Starry nights under a June sky—

The Pacific at Big Sur, where a full moon

lingered & is still in my mind—

A glove of love from an abandoned chest—

A childhood of silent screams,

like a blackboard filled w/ lost names & empty

barroom glasses of spilt gin & tonics.


            Memphis, Tenn.

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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