Contributions by Markham Johnson

Issue 19 | Summer 2017

Royce—No Man’s Land

By | Poetry

While my wife and child drink slurred silence of sleep and beads of sweat from a cloudless day have dried, I rise.  Cicadas thread scratched voices, tree to tree when I pass.  Dogs bark their Benedictus then return to Sunday rest as half a moon clears the cloud litter and Dreamland is stilled.  Blue Devils …