Poetry: “Incarnation” by Anthony Opal

A by himself crow is picking at the bark on a log on top of a rain wet woodpile, black feathers glinting white, an allover misting of december rain on christmas lights— this incarnation as viewed from my office window— a father-forsaken shadow taking flight among us, lonely moving.   Anthony Opal is currently a … Continue reading Poetry: “Incarnation” by Anthony Opal