A GOOD HEART by FEARGAL SHARKEY. Poem by Chloe Febbraro.
An old song. A new poem. A timeless tale.
An old song. A new poem. A timeless tale.
Brushtail possums raiding rubbish bins in the Fitzroy Gardens looked up as we passed, singing into the dark at the top of our voices.
sixteen red rosesā/the first time we say/three short words
A scratched disc in a glove box/ the records she took when she left.
I heard someone yell over the waves crashing to call 9-1-1, and several beach goers came to help and scooped mud.
Northbound on the turnpike/across vague acres/at evening's beginning.
The centre of our social universe was Dingley. Two of the more socially sophisticated girls had cool parents who let them throw parties and for this particular party I dressed carefully.
āItās love sickness, sir.ā I wanted to respond. āA bad case.ā
Ethan told me about/ the time he took Laura on vacation/to Miami after we first broke up
Soon each groom/ walks down a natural aisle/ with his sister & his canine/ to sounds of sincerest acoustic music.