Dark Rough Cut Raw

THE CREATION

Dark Rough Cut Raw

A vivid dusk poem imagining clouds as God’s passing breath.

Read the written poem

Dark Rough Cut Raw

As the day

dips

draws into night,

Great God Almighty

blows smoke rings

across the nephelosphere:


Old Rubbed Red

Grey Smoke Stack

and

Dark Rough Cut Raw.

For an eternal fleeting moment

they skeet across the sky


and then God coughs.