Tipton Poetry Journal
lost it Erin McIntosh I read somewhere that people are losing the meaning of things, forgetting they want a road, or a sign, or an angel. People are afraid and feel they know everything about it. I read that too. Last night I was curled on a sofa in a bedroom touching arms with someone I love. Tonight he said to me, When will I see you? Standing again in front of me. Try as we might, (and we did) we could not figure it out. Erin McIntosh is a writer and actress currently living in Los Angeles. Her poetry has appeared and is forthcoming in various journals including Bone Bouquet, Lavender Review, Hawai’i Review, apt, Plenitude Magazine, and Pine Hills Review, among others.
Southern Decatur County Timothy Robbins Squirrel naked and greasy flanked by corn’s yellow teeth. Squirrel on the sill ignoring a glass bird that bows without dropping its hat.
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