An excerpt from the poem, “Hood,” by Justin Bigos (poetry, ’08), available at Gold Wake Live:



     after a line by Carl Phillips

He’d have drowned, without me.
The eyes underwater green,
gray, shut. Without a word I

struck him, then, the second time
and the rest said what, probably,
he expected: bum, psycho, scum. […continue reading here]

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