Poetry from Douglas Cole
An absurd storm, everything coming down,
rooftop littered with cedar limbs.
I dream a road and road appears.
The country store with pelts and shotguns,
camping supplies, rattlesnake floating in a jar,
door slamming at my back as I slip away,
emerge on your porch as you say, there you are.
Douglas Cole has published six collections of poetry, a novella, and The White Field, a novel. His work has appeared in several anthologies as well as The Chicago Quarterly Review, The Galway Review, Bitter Oleander, Louisiana Literature and Slipstream. He has been nominated twice for a Pushcart and Best of the Net and received the Leslie Hunt Memorial Prize in Poetry. He lives and teaches in Seattle. His website is https://douglastcole.com/.