Afterward by Sara Clark

Little details whisper of her dying,

Three bars left on the hearth, the cluttered sink

The strangeness of the place, the lack of pink

cold tea, stale sandwiches, an old man crying.

His memories fall like flowers from the pages

of that old book they pressed them in so tight

before she wandered off into the ages,

lost in the black and uncut cloth of night.

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Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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