| youth never shone like all those nebulae by e.bojnowski With the allure of a quartz, the sidewalk quietly subsides- and your breath joins the wind sending hairs afloat and bronzing acres of tears. For now, you are opulent. But if I press myself against the ground, no sparks arise. No gasps blossom. No lips dilate your smile. And the eyes, Are still as dull as the skeleton of a thrush. |
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e.bojnowski is a writer and musician from Northern California, but resides in Magic Land. Writing poems, playing with local bands Polyphonic Monk and Mocha Walrus, and photography are among some of the things e.bojnowski enjoys most. Previous publications include The Fourteen Hills Review, and The Suisun Review. |