Friday, April 29, 2022

Tombstone By Brenton Booth

                                                                         

I went

looking

for your

grave but

couldn't

find it

until later

that

night,

in the

stark

reflection

of an

empty

glass

on the

edge

of

the

bar.






Brenton Booth Lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry of his has appeared in Chiron Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Main Street Rag, Naugatuck River Review, Van Gogh's Ear, and Nerve Cowboy. He has two full length collections available from Epic Rites Press. brentonbooth.weebly.com


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