Poem – Appalachian Exile

A tsunami of spinning gnats
attack tenderfoots.
Along creek beds, chest bare
to the elements, a man looks at
crawdads scuttling under moss-slick rocks.

The above is an excerpt from Appalachian Exile by Charles Clifford Brooks III, published in the latest edition of the online literary journal, Prick of the Spindle.  Click the first link to read the entire poem.

Brooks is the author of the soon-to-be-published poetry book, Whirling Metaphysics.  To learn more about this author, read this author interview at Literary Magic.

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