Poetry: “Fireside Chat” by John F. Buckley and Martin Ott
Fireside Chat The fireplace has been replaced by a TV cracked open like a dinosaur egg, the blue flame flickering inside the screen. President Smunchner, half-ruined face still swoonworthy from the right, patiently waits for the drums to subside, for children to return to parents’ sides. The purple mountains proudly wear their scars and even […]
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