Moving to Tishomingo
Poetry Craig Finlay Poetry Craig Finlay

Moving to Tishomingo

My first night in Tish I found myself floating with the wind above downtown. I noticed the light had a certain gravity and expected a minor lensing effect. Maybe a portal opening, if I was lucky.

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Eileen’s Book of Jokes
Poetry Eileen Townsend Poetry Eileen Townsend

Eileen’s Book of Jokes

I can never remember the one true deity’s proper name & several times I’ve avoided awkwardness by addressing him as “bucko” which makes me sound like the dad.

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