Ghost Town 7

While I still have yet to make the 40 minute drive to Garnet, the most nearby Montanan ghost town, I can happily report that I have two poems in the current issue of Ghost Town!  OK, alright- cheesy intro, but give me a break; actual winter (not that 50 degree weirdness we had for a few weeks) has returned to Missoula, and I’ve been consuming Netflix episodes of Friends so voraciously you’d think I didn’t have any of my own.  If you’ve only got 20 minutes, I’d definitely recommend dipping into this issue over continuing mindlessly to relive 1995.  Joan Naviyuk Kane‘s three knockouts are enough to make February seem bearable, and these poems from Brandon Rushton and Laura Kasischke  could also help one temporarily forget the swirling vortex of existential malaise outside the plastic-wrapped windows.  What are you waiting for?  Go forth and warm thy cockles, or whatever.  (What’s a cockle, again?  Some kind of bivalve, I think.  I guess they should be heated before consumption.)  Don’t worry– the mid 90’s will be waiting for you when you’re done.

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