Stephen Bunch lives and writes in Lawrence, Kansas. His poems have appeared recently in Ithaca Lit: Lit with Art, Mudlark, Rootdrinker, Read his chapbook, Preparing to Leave (the title poem of which first appeared in The Literary Bohemian).
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A Pueblo man, survivor of Bataan, 95 years, /
coughs on the other side of a thin wall, /
his body a thin question mark. …
On Sunday morning the Crystal Cathedral /
rises in straight lines and angles /
on a television screen in the Comfort Inn motel …
I wonder aloud if having eyes /
on the sides of his head /
makes it difficult to drive. …
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