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  • Writer's pictureNels Hanson

My Friend

His one kidney failing

my friend each night

saw visions, unknown

creatures, forms half

human, ghosts, circle

his bed as always tiny

soldiers worked with

tools inside the clock’s

green face to take off

the emerald hour and

minute hand. Glowing

still now they’ve fallen

to the darkened floor.


Nels Hanson has worked as a farmer, teacher and editor. His fiction received the James D. Phelan award from the San Francisco Foundation, and his poetry the Prospero Prize from Sharkpack Review.


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