a drunken
eye roams
the hearth
where
an idiot
sits
like a fish
out of water
the fire is unlit
and the idiot is cold
what an idiot!
*
down by Frog Lake a deflated balloon the bubbles go down a moderate shift in the frogsong, sepals *
the fae is a sufficient Orpheus looks down Daniel Beauregard lives in Montreal. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in tragickal, the Action Books blog, ergot, Always Crashing, and elsewhere. He’s the author of numerous chapbooks of poetry and his full-length poetry collection, You Alive Home Yet? is available from Schism Neuronics. Daniel’s existential horror novel Lord of Chaos is available from Erratum Press and his collection of short stories, Funeralopolis, from Orbis Tertius Press. He can be reached @666helado. Image: Bequeathed by S.J. Ainsley, 1874; commons.wikimedia.org Check out HFR’s book catalog, publicity list, submission manager, and buy merch from our Spring store. Follow us on Instagram, Bluesky, and YouTube. Disclosure: HFR is an affiliate of Bookshop.org and we will earn a commission if you click through and make a purchase. Sales from Bookshop.org help support independent bookstores and small presses.
there’s an old stone
that looks like a
cat’s head
decrescendo out of
time with raven’s
hair
by Cat’s Head Lake
looking for valves
with which to
speak
sediment yields a
nest of field mice
being drawn under
on guard prior to
the beginning
of spring
neopronoun to speak
without tongues
and squashes a chipmunk
with his bare feet
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