james mcgonigal
Poet  •  Critic

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Click on the poem title to read the next excerpted poem from Cloud Pibroch.


When the vast endeavour failed. Distressed cantos
in weary cardboard boxes: a bag of bones,
some beautiful. How was that written
day by day?

Intervals of noise and silence. (Not liking this
pen but it’s the only one I have.) An old man’s
thinking sometimes of cornfields or hay.