
In Exile, In Darkness by Lou Graves
I sit in the corner. There is light somewhere, a lamp. I sit in my chair. The whiskey bottle empty. The black dog in the doorway. And god is man in ruins. On my desk, a notebook half filled with bad poems. I sit in my chair, I sit in the corner. Her picture on my desk smiles. Her letter sings on the wall. I … Continue reading In Exile, In Darkness by Lou Graves