Friday, October 28, 2022

Fumes by Timothy Resau

The lost efforts that bleeds into the rain—
The vineyards’ bearing the fruit—

Another mother’s lost child—
The father lost in the bottle—

These are the fumes that
Thread through our desperate lives.




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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