We stoke the wood stove at the patio’s edge, pull our chairs a little closer, tug the Mexican blankets a little tighter The cold dark beer is bitter. We like the bite, the way one does in later days, sensation welcomed. Smoke rises on the near horizon confirming life in the distance, night and winter coming on. “Smoke in the Distance” was first published in Flint Hill Review
William Sheldon lives with his family in Hutchinson, Kansas. Books of poetry include Retrieving Old Bones (Woodley), Into Distant Grass (Oil Hill) and Rain Comes Riding (Mammoth). A new full-length collection, Deadman, is forthcoming from Spartan Press. He plays bass for the band The Excuses.
Guest Editor James Benger is the author of two fiction ebooks, and three chapbooks, two full-lengths, and coauthor of four split books of poetry. He is on the Board of Directors of The Writers Place and the Riverfront Readings Committee, and is the founder of the 365 Poems In 365 Days online workshop, and is Editor In Chief of the subsequent anthology series. He lives in Kansas City with his wife and children.
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A wonderful poem that catches this moment in time and season & season of life so succinctly & evocatively!