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, Hawaiâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;i Review, apt, Plenitude Magazine, and Pine Hills Review, among others.
Southern Decatur County Timothy Robbins Squirrel naked and greasy flanked by cornâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s yellow teeth. Squirrel on the sill ignoring a glass bird that bows without dropping its hat.