while camping in the canyon, I awoke to hear an owl cry, then saw its silhouette against the full moon
JOHN REINHART
Who
(whowhowhowhowhowhowhowho)
are
(areareareareareareareareareareareare)
you
(youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou)
?
(??????????????????????????????????)
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John Reinhart lives in the Weird, between now and never, collecting and protecting discarded treasures, and whistling combinations of every tune he knows. He is a one-time beginner yo-yo champion, a state fiddle and guitar champion, a high school English teacher, a tinkerer, and certifiable eccentric. His poetry has recently been published in The Vocabula Review, Black Heart Magazine, Poetry Nook Magazine, FishFood Magazine, Apeiron Review, Star*Line, 94 Creations Journal, Silver Blade, Grievous Angel, Interfictions, Songs of Eretz, and Liquid Imagination.