Instant fortune poured
into lasting lasting love,
Freed manors bless
blind listeners,
Brought down by
instant blame,
Proximity feels,
Longing blooms,
Torn after light gleams,
Blisters find injured visions,
Lines trace out the Moon
-Cory Tambourine
Dark Horse brings Poets and Artists together to further encourage Poetry and the Arts in the Appalachian region (and beyond) and to support Coal River Mountain Watch. For electronic publication information contact studioappal@gmail.com
Sunday breaks like any other day, except it is Sunday and the refrain of Holy, holy, holy echoes in the air like the neon light of a motel p...
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