In the End There Is Only Love
Saltwater Rain
In the end there is only love
It’s 8:30 a.m.
It’s a cold winter morning in the city that they say is full of angels....
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Reaching Past Silence: Poetry by Joe Babcock
Reaching Past Silence
It was the summer we had to be smaller
than towns where boys with pretty smiles
get their teeth knocked out.
To be blood brothers...
