This poem appears in the Winter-Spring 2013 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here. White-faced, in spare fur, he stood hunched over his paws, in the middle of the country road. His bob, nearly imperceptible as he lifted his maw, the blood and spittle that ran along the teeth line he … Continue reading Possum
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