the story so far

poetry by daniel hurst

  • resting in between

    kettle whistles; hot air flies; the work week ends without applause. cashier waiting, fading smile; wallet sits at home awhile. ketchup stains, blotted mess; naked sigh in burped distress. rising sun, tender wind; your face in laughing grin. quiet moment, silent night to play and read and cook and write. stress and pressure are routine…