New Poems by Henry Hughes
The American Journal of Poetry has published two new poems by Henry.
Henry Hughes Our Drinking Exiled temptations, a cool glass of outerspace, a movie mobbed with friends. One more peach from the waxy box of overripe. We trip on egg shells and swab our knees with gin, caps spinning until our talked-off heads sag like diapers. Noon cleanups, the missing acres of last night, lights on, gate left open, dog run off. Memory’s slash and wince, thick woods and a stalled jeep. Asleep on the backseat, sweet child we never had.
Read Henry’s second poem in the journal.