[Everyone in Goya’s black paintings...]
Everyone in Goya’s black paintings was mad. It’s true; they grazed
in fields like cows, slept at night using chickens for pillows. In the
mornings they’d wake thirsty. If rivers are a sign of something big-
ger farther on, their wide eyes were surely rivers though I can’t say
to where.
Things have a way of disappearing that pleases the gods. You’d be
mad to try and stay.
About the poet:
Jeff Whitney is the co-founding editor of Peel Press. Recent poems have appeared in Devil’s Lake, Thrush, Whiskey Island Review, and Verse Daily. He teaches English in South Korea.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors.We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.
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