July, Palisaded Plains – Poetry Submission by A. Pajewski


The train
trails time,
ebbs as
I lie
awake, staring
at plastic stars,
stuck to popcorn
ceiling by the last tenant.

Sounds call
out and I’m
out of nouns.Its warble
rends sky
from Juniper.

Disrupts
quotidian life.
A resplendent-
ness leaves
you staggering.

Author: Michael

is a recent graduate of Boston University, where he received the Gregory Hudson Award for Writing Excellence in the Humanities. He studied English Literature, History and Philosophy. To Michael, In Parentheses functions as an established, intellectual environment where art and current events share equal relevance.

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