’Cause grandpa was right after all,
what’s real and true lies out there –
in the buckwheat, hidden beneath
winter snow, cold and fresh fallen,
or in dust and dry sand of summer heat …
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Glenn Arthur Sweazey’s writing blends prose and poetry to create narrative harmonies. Recognizing the importance of style and structure, his writing sometimes uses comparative “relics of poetic structure,” such as iambic pentameter, to evoke unique characteristics defining an ever-receding past. One past work includes a verse novel manuscript, The Lost Papers of Tom Thomson. He lives in Ottawa.