lost in the carnival, stalked by wolves & hirelings, the dead eyes of night waiting beyond notice, sacred attention fast asleep, a theft already made when the silent heist comes at dawn, itinerant souls parched & dull swept from the liminal space, the blessed in-between, each movable temple under siege. Kevin Swanwick, May 2025
Thanks, Mo. Rarely do I submit. I write to write and at my age, I don’t have the patience to use Submittable and hunt down the right journals. I probably should but it never seems to bubble up as a priority. Thank you so much for reading and appreciating my work.
Like how you excised the context so many would have tapped in. Raw but lovely.
Yes, raw. I felt myself being roughed up. There must be more to finish there. “Attention is a moral act."
it works because it is raw. because you excised content, stuck to the foreground. I like your writing.
Sheesh Kevin you’ve been on a roll! Do you send anything out to journals?
Thanks, Mo. Rarely do I submit. I write to write and at my age, I don’t have the patience to use Submittable and hunt down the right journals. I probably should but it never seems to bubble up as a priority. Thank you so much for reading and appreciating my work.