Tag: Jon Hoel

Zeniths by Jon Hoel

        "What do you do with the mad you feel?" Mister Rogers asked I split cinders in fists Grimace at my mental pulchritude I wear the arms…
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Splendor in a Dark Year by Jon Hoel

He who wants honey must abide the bees. But, the bees are going— Our glazed eyes avert. I am the speakeasy, I will tremble against the amaranthine snows forever. My…
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