Contributor: John Ogden

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Little stones
and the river is wide
but we try
over and over
we try

until the cold becomes unwarmable
until the heat becomes unbareable
until we starve
because the money has run out

and still, we're not good enough
still, not worthy
of love
of more
than hate
wrapped in stony breath.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.