Poem by Ryan Miller

Photo by Cindy Williams

About Being Alone And Alive, He's Got Little To Say

                        once frog pond there was a purple puffy coat
                   bundled woman feeding ducks, I approached thinking
              salutation, "theyre not biting huh?"      ha!      it spurted three
          times before she wisped her eyes to me cold pallid blue blossoming
      through milk, and a mangled finger to her purpled lips, defiantly:
"Ssssssshhhhh, you must pay me to talk to me," and so i walked on!