Red sky bleeds
into somber fog,
then darkness. 

I am one word
short of another lie.
Our journeys

take us beyond
mere expectation,
twilight's union

feathering nervous
skin.  Further,
past new shadows

of the next hill,
the next sullen
cloud, we find

ourselves, twin
curses coming home
to die.

       Ace Boggess

Editor's Note: first published in Mad Poets Review
ACE BOGGESS, having had poems appear in Harvard Review, Notre Dame Review, Antietam Review, Clackamas Literary Review, and many other journals, recently was awarded a fellowship from the West Virginia Division of Culture and History. For more info, visit his homepage.   Ace has been in every issue of TAR since its inception.