by David Hay
Within darkening time, lost years swim across the tongue and into the moon that floats like
an ice cube in an overflowing glass of something cheap, sticky and opaque. It is rich to die on
nights like this, the soft nights of the soul.
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Doctor Lazarus, a narrative poem, was David Hay’s first published piece. Since then, his work has appeared in numerous online journals. He has a collaborative piece, Amor Novus / A Spontaneous Prayer published with Soyos Books, Saxon Suites by Back Room Poetry. His debut novel How High the Moon is out now from Anxiety Press and his debut poetry collection has been published by Ballerini Book Press.
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