That hotel I keep promising to build on top of some devil’s
backbone about to tumble into the ocean
is no brothel. No one
gets paid to discard used heroes into the fire ring. Send them over.
min words | max heart
Amy Nash
That hotel I keep promising to build on top of some devil’s
backbone about to tumble into the ocean
is no brothel. No one
gets paid to discard used heroes into the fire ring. Send them over.
Amy Nash’s poems have appeared in a range of journals, including Common Ground Review, Blood Lotus, and Northwind, and a number of anthologies, including Adrienne Rich: A Tribute Anthology, The Heart of All That Is: Reflections on Home, and Legacy of Light: Poems for the Gay Head Lighthouse. She was the April 2015 featured author in The New Guard’s Bang! Author Showcase series.
[…] 2015 Winter issue of Concis […]
Great poem. More than deserving of wider recognition. I marvel at the output from your heart, mind, and key stroke