Poem
God, Vodka, Suicide
Michael Lindgren
God hurt her in
a place that doesn’t show so
she drank until there was no more God
and they told her but you will die and
she sd of course
I will die. every body dies
and she didn’t believe it
until the sky cracke...
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Poem
The Winnowing
Michael Lindgren
The Winnowing
is nigh. I heard the voices calling
in the night
I sensed the stream of ones &
zeros flickering soundlessly. The
keening word has been given handed
down from on high
How many, out of
how...
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Poem
Siren
Michael Lindgren
Siren
It calls, of course: a deep whisper
asking for the slender trickle,
to dim the corners and elevate.
To spread warmth, dissipate, cajole, enjoin.
Answer the call. Thin air, cold snow, speak
plainly about p...
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