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H. Edgar Hix

The Echoes

Worse than the screams
are the echoes that whisper,
“The emptiness is already here.”

H. Edgar Hix is still H. Edgar Hixing around south Minneapolis to the pleasure of a few, the dismay of a few more, and the complete indifference of most.

H. Edgar Hix

Viewing

The storm is in full bloom
and I can barely wait
for the next lightning
to pollinate the earth
with sizzling ozone.

H. Edgar Hix is still H. Edgar Hixing around south Minneapolis to the pleasure of a few, the dismay of a few more, and the complete indifference of most.

H. Edgar Hix

Divine Providence

Before you condemn Noah for incompetence,
consider that
you’ve never actually smelled unicorn farts.

H. Edgar Hix is still in a state of shock and trying to discover what the state bird is.

H. Edgar Hix

Precipice

I pile my ashes and
proclaim “My fire was here!”
while fearing even
the tiniest breeze.

H. Edgar Hix is widely published and has appeared here and on Right Hand Pointing, and many places elsewhere.