Black Night—part of the collection, Shapes of Man
by Jeff Hardin (Phoenix, Arizona) You and I at the crossroads, One leading down the path of submission, The other pointing to still another
Explore, Regardless—part of the collection, Shapes of Man
by Jeff Hardin (Phoenix, Arizona) Carrot of immortality, stick of perdition. Candles in cups, sprinkly waters in gaudy bowls. Smoke in bags,
Lightning Bugs—part of the collection, Shapes of Man
Jeff Hardin (Phoenix, Arizona) Arrived late from a wedding, I walked outside to the porch Of her parents’ place, still dizzy, And lit a