Poems of the Week – Stuart Dybek

THREE POEMS BY STUART DYBEK   Fish Camp In the Coleman’s glassy glare my brother’s switchblade unriddles backlash. A bullhead, the weight of a rat, flops in the dirt, dropped when its spine added a scar to the lines of my palm. Bullheads should utter some cry. Someone should have warned those city boys fishingContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Stuart Dybek”