Andrew Hutto
Through
“For you must say goodbye, it would be madness not to say goodbye, when the time comes.” Samuel Beckett, Molloy
A fox darts through a hole —º
in the chicken-wire, leg snags.
His tongue pants heavy and
blood drips from the gash onto the
snow snow snow snow snow.
Andrew Hutto is from north Georgia but currently writes out of Louisville, KY. His sonnet was selected for the Hands and Feet Poetry Derby at Churchill Downs. In the summer of 2019, he served as a preliminary judge for the Louisville Literary Arts Writer's Block fiction prize. He has a poem forthcoming in BARNHOUSE.
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“For you must say goodbye, it would be madness not to say goodbye, when the time comes.” Samuel Beckett, Molloy
A fox darts through a hole —º
in the chicken-wire, leg snags.
His tongue pants heavy and
blood drips from the gash onto the
snow snow snow snow snow.
Andrew Hutto is from north Georgia but currently writes out of Louisville, KY. His sonnet was selected for the Hands and Feet Poetry Derby at Churchill Downs. In the summer of 2019, he served as a preliminary judge for the Louisville Literary Arts Writer's Block fiction prize. He has a poem forthcoming in BARNHOUSE.
Return to November 2019 Edition