Volume Three, Issue 1

William J. Tell

Sketch of a Dying Town

Shipyards so sweetly ramshackle,
Gentle rust clings to the air,
As drunks sing hunter songs into their whiskey,
Bells toll,
And whale nets twist languidly,
In the wind.

Ego Split

A gun in a prime minister’s mouth,
This is not anarchy,
Just hate,
All his teeth turn to rats,
His tongue coils like a snake,
Pull your trigger,
Watch the bullet dance,
And the face collapse,
And the blood spits,
As man’s ego finally splits.

William J. Tell: "I am an author and poet from Atlantic Canada. My work has been previously published in the Pangolin Review, and I am currently editing together my first collection of poetry."

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