november
this sense of failure that
arrives without warning
the absolute hopelessness
of vincent’s crows
the sound of the phone
and then of your voice from
two hundred miles away
the small victory of saying
i love you
in this age of hopeless wars
John Sweet was born in 1968 and is still numbered among the living. He sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. John is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) A BASTARD CHILD IN THE KINGDOM OF NIL (2018 Analog Submission Press), and A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications). All pertinent facts about his life are buried in his writing.
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