by Roy Bentley
To the northwest, the continual racket and candelabra of a refinery,
its stoop-shouldered rigging an exhausted colossus. To the southeast,
a trailer park named for a tributary of the Licking River, Ramp Creek,
a fouled rivulet reduced to toxic run-off no one in his or her right mind
would drink. Each day, the eyes of those who live here open onto this.
Each night, these constellations spin imperceptibly over the real work Continue reading
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