Wednesday 5 May 2021

1 Poem by Dante Gray

 I Never Trusted Charon

I dreamt I fell in the River Styx—
Unfortunately, for me,
Water won’t wash away my sins.

I tried my luck at drowning
My desires in carnal design—
At least it keeps them down, sea

The currents course roared coarse,
Before Charon pulled me up,
and handed me an old set of oars—


Dante Gray is an English teacher currently working in Kyoto, Japan. They received their degree in English Literature and Language at Tennessee Technological University in 2019, and their work was published in the university’s literary journal, The Iris Review.

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