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Breath & ShadowA Journal of Disability Culture and Literature
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Breath & Shadow
Summer 2012Volume 9 Issue 3Sunset Bluesman By Todd Hanks A bloody sunset bluesman, you're down and out, with a sound of punk and fifties grit. At times crazy or lazy, you're a soft spoken loser. Your strings scream like a hawk that an arrow hit. You've been a boozer, a junkie with one toe in the limelight, but no quarter to flip. Lost without an audience, you go your own way into a dropping net. Sometimes your poetry body surfs in waves as blue as the Pacific. A particle of a comet, you burn like a moth in the hell of outer space. But your star-bound rocket, never rose above the clouds of black and gray. Days end you cup your hands, filled with melodic water, and hold the sunset. Todd Hanks lives in the Ozarks and is a schizophrenic. His creative writing has appeared in publications such as Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine and the Kansas City Star newspaper. |