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WHEN
HOPE HAS GONE
Michael
Pendragon
Tonight I realize
just how old I am
And what a ragtag
phantom I've
become,
These ancient eyes no longer give a damn
When all the fleeting joys that I have known
Like brightly-colored dragonflies have flown,
Stitched fast my mouth and rent my laughter
dumb…
Then plucked my heart out like
a cherry
stone.
Michael Pendragon was born
in the New Jersey Pine Barrens on Halloween night in 1963. From 1996-2005, he
edited the dark literary
magazine Penny Dreadful: Tales & Poems of Fantastic Terror (1996-2005). His
work has appeared in over 200 magazines
including: The Horror Zine, Terror Tales, Danse Macabre, The Romantics
Quarterly, The Raintown Review, Event Horizon, Boston Poetry Magazine, Indiana
Review, Poetry Pacific, and Forge. He
currently edits/publishes "A Year of Sundays," a monthly ezine and
annual print anthology.
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