Alleviate by Kenneth P. Gurney I awaken to a sky as dark as nightmare. My prayer for rain blots out the moon. But it is not my prayer but my verbal repetition of an echo I hear emanating from the... Continue Reading →
Reunion by Kenneth P. Gurney The dead who came and visited me last night in a dream were people I had not thought of in at least twenty years— most of them I knew from college. As happens in dreams... Continue Reading →
Closing by Kenneth P. Gurney Night tucks you under the covers of its darkness and never turns the stars off. When you ask Night to read you a bedtime story, it takes out a book of a billion bones. When... Continue Reading →
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