1 The glass glows blue like flies do in their moods, in its discombobulate glimmering, banishing night’s once quiet purplish …
Featured Serial {pt 1-3} | Farewell, Sequoia, a poem by CS DeWitt
PART 1:
Out of the darkness, a single point of light. Through the air it seems to blink, though the light itself is steady. Of course, at the moment it’s perceived this light could be ancient. The body, the source of this light, could be
waking in the center of The Dark Triad
by Hokis, first published 10.19.19
in grief, we rebel against oursouls
towards the Narcissist’s obtuse angle. we lite the gas
stove. invite the dark to our Thanks-
giving table, offer hIM a crown.
Clearly! (c) David L O’Nan
This piece was written circa 2005 during the Bush administration. I was frustrated as much as I am currently with …
