Author: Will Harmon

  • Salt-Lick

    Salt-Lick

    the earth will deliver a long and timeless death to the hunter, return to his oiled gun, and the deer, return to the leaves, and the leaves, return to the dirt, urgent under this torturous moon, all of these boots encrusted with mud, urgent again under these torturous stars, fifteen years of crying, fifteen years…

  • Key Lime

    Key Lime

    i am the man who strikes his open visage over the vast sea where my grandfather once taught me to fish. He is dead now, and far beyond that sea full of fish lies a great city, where the lights are all shining and it is continuously   storming. In the city there are fish,…