Boneyard leaking bones
till shifting rivers,
tilting hummocks
tilling plows of oxen
turned to tractor, turned to combine,
pull the last remaining
shrined remains,
and leave the now unhallowed soil
to rest in peace.

Image credit:Rubén Bagüés

Morgan Driscoll is a long time commercial artist, looking to express himself in some other way than selling Widgets. Poetry seemed the least commercial, and most under the radar way he could think of. So far it has been a satisfying, but obscure journey.

He has been published in The Amethyst Review, Humanist Magazine, The Penwood Review, The Orchards Poetry Journal, Mused, Califragile, Without Words Anthology, Constellate Magazine, Pure Slush, Caesura, and the Northwest Indiana Literary Journal, among others.