– at Arm’s Length
sweating daggers of ice, beckoning
bare shoulders of ground
that shrug off the clutch of snow.
lost in the willow stillness
of a late summer meadow
in the deer-filled dusk - a silver evening
following a blue and amber day.
Tim Hawkins once stepped out
of a bar in Skagway, Alaska, where two bellicose loggers
squared off with chainsaws, and decided to walk to Mexico,
where he saw a dead horse burning on the side of the road.
He has lived and traveled widely throughout North America,
Southeast Asia and Latin America, where he has worked as a
journalist, technical writer, communications manager, and
teacher in international schools. These days, he mostly
stays put in his hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan. His
writing has appeared in numerous print and online journals,
most recently in Iron Horse Literary Review, Lucid
Rhythms, The Pedestal Magazine, Shot Glass Journal and Verse
Wisconsin, and is forthcoming in Blueline, The Literary
Bohemian, The Midwest Quarterly, and 13 Miles
Hawkins' first Sketchbook appearance.