Fine Edge

This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

By the slimmest of margins this is either a disaster or it’s antonym, that thing I have no word for.

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The Interim

In the interim A Soul In Progress shrugged off the cloak and vanished. Moments later Frankly Monk leapt from the swirling darkness and took the stage.

The Settlers of Catan

there’s something in
those first harsh hits
that make you pause,
press at the darkness
and think whatsyerdoin
flanked both sides like that
the dull ache cleaves you

from your rightful lands
for a brick
whatsyerdoin without brick

There were warning signs

Mowed on the diagonal, for one,
shoulda known something then
not only diagonal but hockey sticks
musta been trying prove a point

Like hockey sticks don’t lie