They shook on that
this man had deepened,
but he was kitten.
They rode the bottomlands, passing cattle
grazed at ten in the morning
the sky
the arching sky.
Impressions
Striding
On a far hill.
Seventeen.
Eight.
A pair.
Riding his rifle, lucky surprise.
A horse was loud, aggressive
thrust forward he jerked.
Circle the horse man had brought down.
Disclaimer: This poem is a "creation by destruction" or, particularly, redaction. Inspired by the work of Tom Phillips this set of 3 poems were created using discarded loose pages of damaged and discarded library novels. Between 60-80% of the original text was redacted to create a new poem. Original sources are unknown.
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Amos Glade
I'm Jeff Carter; I wanted a unique & personal pen name. Writing offers an opportunity to create and heal. These stories in the bizarre, horror, and magic realism help inspire me to move forward with novel writing. Thank you for reading.
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