Thursday 5 November 2015

1 Poem by Bruce Louis Dodson


Only the winter wind surrounds me
Soldiers do not come to look for death
inside this cave
My sword's calligraphy is perfect
brush of steel
Red ink on white snow.

Published: Pirene's Fountain 2014


Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat living in Borlänge, Sweden, where he practices photography and writes fiction and poetry. Some of his most recent work has appeared in: Breadline Press West Coast Poetry Anthology, Foreign & Far Away – Writers Abroad Anthology,  Sleeping Cat Books – Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, The Crucible,  Blue Collar Review, Barely South Review, 3rd Wednesday, The Path, Northern Liberties Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Sounds of Solace – Meditative Verse Anthology, Tic Toc Anthology, High Coupe, Vine Leaves, and Cordite Poetry Review.

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