The bad little brother of the Aurorean

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[one_half last=”no” class=”” id=””]Darren Demaree[/one_half]

[one_half last=”yes” class=”” id=””]SUMMER 2016[/one_half]

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Warm #5

The jaw
is a temple
squared

to the fist
of the un-
believer.

Darkness,
you can
have

my teeth,
but the bone
that holds

them,
will not
retreat.

I came
to take
the punches

for my sister.
I came to
to taste

the vibrancy
of your anger
towards her.

 

Warm #6

As we slipped
to tumble down

we danced
like never before.

When our balance
caught us

we lost
the dervish’s kiss.

How lonely
control can feel.


Bio

[highlight color=”” rounded=”no” class=”” id=””]Darren Demaree[/highlight] is the author of five poetry collections, most recently The Nineteen Steps Between Us (2016, After the Pause). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology. Currently, he is living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.