How I Feel About Our Father
after Nick Cave under the cold sunshine cracked and bloody fingers weep through the swollen cotton-ball cloud a golden mo(u)rning- only after peeps I've got nothing to say to him. He, not even an eye for me. Bio: Roy Duffield helps edit Anti-Heroin Chic and his writing, which deals heavily with social injustice and youth rights, can also be read in The Nashville Review, Into the Void, Spillwords, Versification, Sein und Werden, and most recently, Seppuku Quarterly.
Fevers of the Mind 