Untitled Quatrain, by John Homan

What’s attractive about the apocalypse? The law of the jungle no longer disguised As market forces and shareholder concerns When you’re fighting for the last can of beans.   —Published…

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Woodland Stream, by John Homan

Gliding through still water, dusk falls without dread. Bathed in blue & green twilight, accented by the blossomed trees. The native removing the need for the manufactured. Triumphing without violence…

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2 Poems, by John Homan

Chlorine Dreams It’s 5:45 am. The water is cold and the vapor lights are buzzing over the pool. 36 laps is a mile. Laps are counted in fives to not…

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Why I Wear Hawaiian Shirts, by John Homan

I’ve seen those looks... people wondering why I wear bright flowered shirts, gaudy thin fabric even in the middle of winter. My Midwestern friends cling to polo shirts & football…

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