Poems from Nightwork


Three-quarter catís eye

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† moon

through smoke:

††††††††††††††††††††††† ††† cul-de-sac


the dull round

night like another

†††††††††††††††††††††††††† blinking.








Sleep in the limbs

††††††††††††††††† †††††††††††still working

the legsí rhythm


†††††††††††††† by the road


rest comes lolling

by the main road.








Rain frothing up

†††††††††††††††††††††††† the road


everywhere the air lightens

and the body

†††††††††††††††††††† moving heavy

through it.

Josh Hanson
is a graduate of the University of Montana Writing Program and currently lives in Missoula, Montana with his wife and two daughters. His manuscript was recently named a finalist in the Three Candles First Book Contest. He edits the online journal, Eucalyptus: a Journal of the Broken Narrative, and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in 42Opus, Softblow, No Tell Motel, Diagram, Stirring, Three Candles, and many others.


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