Here’s a sampling from one of our readers the other night, Wendy Lee Spacek:

Lake Monroe Access Road

Every thing
makes a bed
and lies

I clomp off
into the woods
in resignation.

Trudge into
forget it.

It’s where
part of me
to die
in private.

Someone’s thrown
a shitty party
in my clearing.

Used a bird’s nest
as an ashtray.
Fuck-chain of daisies.