By David Kowalczyk

This word is

an orphan

of the void.


It stumbles and

shivers through

the cosmos.


Its eyes are

a fading sunset,

its face pale and torn.


Its lips are bleeding …


David Kowalczyk lives and writes in Oakfield, New York. His poetry and fiction have appeared in seven anthologies and over one hundred journals and magazines, including Taj Mahal Review, California Quarterly, Istanbul Literary Review and Maryland Review. He has taught English in Changwon, South Korea and San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, as well as at Arizona State University.  He was founding editor of the late Gentle Strength Quarterly.

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