Charlie is a farmer living in North-Central Arkansas who teaches frisbee science to his border collies
and sometimes writes poetry for prying eyes. He is published in The Rotary Dial, Trinacria, The Road Not Taken,
The Amsterdam Quarterly, and other journals.
The Eyes of March Come Calling
Tree
bones
from winds
lie scattered
about on the ground
some hang high as widow-makers,
bones on bones preying on the unsuspecting, striking.