Small Saturday Poem

UP-AND-COMER POETRY

By CHRIS SHAFER

A flock of black birds passing
An old church steeple

Ink
Leaking in the Master’s pocket

Waking Me

Your hand on my back

First light on the valley floor

All that hungers hurries to the surface

Chris Shafer attended high school in Louisiana, after which he enlisted in the U.S. Navy and served as a combat medic. He now resides in Los Angeles, where he focuses on writing short fiction and screenplays and fits in semesters when possible at Union Institute & University.


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