Communion

By Ken Farrell

Soon you will speak

to an empty room

calmed by the weight

of echoes, of space.

Alone you become

a snowflake of grief;

each crystal stalk sings

a separate ache, longs

for a moist flame, a child’s tongue.

calm

ones speak

as a room full

of longing tongues

we will flames to sing crystals

each child becomes moist snowflakes

each child awaits ache in emptied spaces

each child stalking the echo of separate griefs

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Ken Farrell is a Piltdown Review Featured Poet for March 2019. His work has been published in journals such as The Offbeat (as a poetry prize winner selected by Heid E. Erdrich), Pilgrimage, The Texas Poetry Journal, The Mid-Atlantic Review, Writer’s Bloc, Connections, and Texas Books in Review, and anthologized with Arachne Press. He holds an M.F.A. from Texas State University and an M.A. from Salisbury University. He is a two-time U.S. National Judo Champion and a two-time U.S. National Sambo Champion. Ken has earned bread as an adjunct, server, wrestling coach, professional cage fighter, and pizzaiolo, and for most of the past ten years has worked in a warehouse. He currently lives in Texas and is busy revising and shopping poetry and short fiction manuscripts. He has recently begun his first novel.

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