second draft
second draft by Wynn Everett this is not hillbilly folk singing he insisted, there is form, a necessary pattern, no need for commas breaking the
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Wynn Everett has been published in River Poets Anthology, 63Channels Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review (Volume 4.3) and three online journals. She and her husband live between Atlanta and Los Angeles. She loves short stories by Ron Rash, poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay and anything about cabins, trains or The South.
6am
6am by Wynn Everett If this beetle knew her size light peach backpack over speckled grey arms a morning voyager miniscule in a land of
naked
Naked by wynn everett on the table, ivory Jezebel, thin and wan, her drunken tailor, slobbers black devotion across pallid frame like the cripple lugging
raising
Raising by wynn everett If the backyard finger of The Etowah remained in first position instead of double stopping, and the smoke from his cigarette
Standing Eight
Standing Eight by wynn everett She an out-fighter gradually tactic. He more a swarmer, time still on the clock. No mismatch first nine, footwork in
guest house
Guest House by wynn everett From skull to heel this house is haunted. The mystic in albescent ribs, apparitions sweep in cranial halls valve flutters
51 Steps
51 steps by wynn everett A. No Forest of Arden, forced forward reverse, revolving in pattern, contorting backward each rung. Every strand of the prize
Visage
Visage by wynn everett Awake- (when I had skin on), I fancied walking my fingers around my jaw. Where all ten would fight their turn