William Kelley Woolfitt goes walking on the Appalachian Trail or at his grandparents’ farm on Pea Ridge, West Virginia whenever he can. He is in his third year of PhD studies and is the author of The Salvager’s Arts, co-winner of the 2011 Keystone Chapbook Prize. His poems and short stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Ninth Letter, Shenandoah, and Sycamore Review, among others.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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