Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Blood by Keith Pearson

I am well fortified with Bird Dog Whiskey. Against half my instincts I refuse the invitation of her summer blouse. In that moment I really don’t care if I live or die. We are all dancing on borrowed feet, the poet says. Even on a steaming summer night my heart knows there is nothing there but cold rain and snow.




keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.

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