Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Moonbeams and Moonshine By Troy Schoultz

A moonbeam can’t be contained,

Their light pours from clouds mixed in black coffee

On to the lake, dancing across

Dark northern water, witnessed

By blessed insomniacs

Parked in a twenty year-old trucks

On a newborn morning in late October,

Where the shadows become the living.





TROY SCHOULTZ is a poet, analog collage artist, and apparently, a survivor. He is the author of three full-length collections and two chapbooks. He makes his home in Oshkosh, WI. He is currently working on a novel, but ain't they all...

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