often, in the wilderness I recall the words— not human hearted a hungry mountain cat stalks a lost child vultures await the scraps the horror of these less-than-human hearts— yet what of those? unearthed shattered skulls and the pages of history tell their story even the good book drips and before that, nothing— a silence into which, like mothers, we scream an Eden to life
Brian Rihlmann lives and writes in Reno, Nevada. His work has appeared in many magazines, including The Rye Whiskey Review, Fearless, Heroin Love Songs, Chiron Review and The Main Street Rag. His latest poetry collection, “Night At My Throat,” (2020) was published by Pony One Dog Press.