14.
Still some magic left
in numbers
though there was time
and minnows,
small sticks
to flame,
days and nights inseperable
through touch.
Limbs.
In a way we were one tree,
but half of us
dead.
About the AuthorC.C. Russel lives in Wheatland, Wyoming. Former editor of The Owen Wister Review, Russel now works as a convenience store clerk – a job, we're told, that is highly-suited to literary pursuits. Russel's work has appeared in over 34 publications throughout the U.S., Canada, and England, including: Cotton Gin, Oyster Boy Review, and The Hiram Poetry Review.
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