Issue Five:

By Roberta Gould

In the jail of my shoes I began
the long trek home
rutted road with old rain

back bent with time
hauling what had been
fashioned with genius
a shirt with its logo
striped colors concealing
chains linking the oceans

What was I doing that morning
plodding on in illusion
bound for the stolen house
a house no longer there?

About the Contributor

Roberta Gould resides in the Hudson Valley, NY. She studies birds and insects, and has 11 books to her name, including Pacing the Wind (Shivistan Press),  Louder Tha Seeds, (Foothills Publishing) and To The Dogs (Flame Tree Press).
Her web site is

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