by John Goggin
It has been a dry month; no children have come to read to me.
The Corn Moon passed without rain, bringing only thunder.
The nights, as you, my friend, are well aware, grow longer.
Now is harvest time, and the end of sweet June’s bounty.
Some of what was sown I will soon be plowing under.
The nights, [...]

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by John Goggin
It’s out there, all right.
Just over the horizon, just out of sight.
Stretched out back-flat asleep after a big bang-up feast.
Its every snore an earthquake, every belch a geyser;
the rumblings in the gut, tsunamis and volcanoes.
And after each dyspeptic dream, some worlds collide;
after every fart a star or two implodes.
Oh, It’s out there, all [...]

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