The 2River View | 22.4 (Summer 2018) |
James Miller On inauguration day, I promised a poem The fourteen that followed? Last night’s sirloin There is no sign of the frogs Would that I could feed Years ago I heard the Quakers say: I would ask for less. A rustling and a supping. Two Approaches to Dead Time I. The train to Chicago, you’re hobbling past harrowed But don’t. One glance II. Wal-Mart parking lot, 8:32 PM, scoring thin as metro popcorn sludge. Two handfuls of heikegani burp James Miller is a native of Houston. His most recent poems have appeared in Bird’s Thumb, Boston Accent, Burnt Pine, Cold Mountain Review, Gyroscope, Lullwater Review, The Maine Review, Plainsongs, Straight Forward Poetry, Sweet Tree Review, and The Tishman Review.
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