Comments about Dan Beachy-Quick
Heroisms, 4, 5
I speak these words directly into his yawn
Open cave of
his dark almost kind
of fire-lit mouth
And the shadows there my words form these shadows
In the back of the hero's throat
A world we applaud where chained to the ground
We watch the trees walk past us. There are other ways to describe the year:
The hero's boredom.
Where the horror is comparison, honor sees
Hands in the trees instead of leaves—
Honesty asks why the ...