With The Wind Of Them
The dead are quiet, wait like ice,
melt slowly into memories,
cottoning the cold room
with the wind of them.
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Born in Bismarck, North Dakota and now living in Western New York, James Goertel's work has appeared in Manifold, LucidPlay, and Ascent Aspirations. He is the author of Carry Each His Burden, his debut fiction collection. He currently teaches writing at Penn State Erie. For further information, contact James through his Facebook page by clicking on the photo.
Fiction debut by James Goertel (click pic & go)
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Bismarck, North Dakota and now living in Western New York, James Goertel's work has appeared in Manifold, LucidPlay, and Ascent Aspirations. He is the author of Carry Each His Burden, his debut fiction collection. He currently teaches writing at Penn State Erie. For further information, contact James through his Facebook page by clicking on the photo.
CARRY EACH HIS BURDEN
Fiction debut by James Goertel (click pic & go)
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- All The Suns, So Far / new poems 2011
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- All The Suns, So Far / new poems 2011
- All The Suns, So Far / new poems 2011
- All The Suns, So Far / new poems 2011
- All The Suns, So Far / new poems 2011
- All The Suns, So Far / new poems 2011
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- A Document Of Days To Come
- A Part Of Everything / Apart From Everything
- All The Suns So Far
- Another Canvas
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- Book Of Luke
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- Her Cautious Auburn Beauty
- Living In The Present Tense
- Low and Golden
- No Architecture Can Forget
- Omnium-Gatherum
- On The Other End Of Eight
- Poems My Father Gave Me
- Runes From A Cachinnating Pugilist
- September Becomes A Ghost
- The Butcher Grew Gladiolas
- The Diaphanous Library
- The Fall Of Us All
- The Rivers I Have Hidden From The Sea
- Train Songs And Horse Stories
- West Of Rome
- Year Of The Horse
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1 comment:
James,
I really like this spare piece. The language in the third line is so stunning with its cotton for cold. The poem resides entirely in the intended milieu. Haunting.
Ken Rodgers
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