Tag Archives: David Mihalyov

Silent Movies

It didn’t rain during your funeral but it should have. Ashes, dust, what’s to keep them tamped and tethered if not the rain? Blank eyes and slackened jaw, watching whatever movie your mind has decided to roll. Am I on … Continue reading

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Man in the Moon

The blood moon rose so large we thought we could climb on and ride through its orbit, so close I told my father I wanted to meet the man in the moon. Pulling down dad’s diaper as my brothers held … Continue reading

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