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Boyd Johnson : Writing

memorial day

memorial day

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


Until the incident The day Had been going well, And uneventful. The incident being: I was playing her song To someone Not her. She left, ..
im off to see the wizard about a bird.

im off to see the wizard about a bird.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


the birds have stopped flying. the voices are quiet. this is what i’ve asked begged pleaded for. a woman, who lov..
the creature.

the creature.

A Story by Boyd Johnson


a nasty habit.
letter to an old friend.

letter to an old friend.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


howdy. im at work, and there isnt much going on, so i thought i'd write you. it's been too long, and ive been too down. you see. these things take ..
birds.

birds.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


i have not yet given up i have my own caged bluebird. i have my own hiding places i have my own sun to be angry at. the hawk is hurt, tho..
About Diners.

About Diners.

A Story by Boyd Johnson


There’s something about diners. Some all-american quality inborn, that we all silently consent to. The same food, the same coffee, the same pi..
skinny.

skinny.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


cynical. cold. spiteful. bitter. with, just a teaspoon, of cayenne. an old piece found in an old notebook, revised. (move your bed occasionally, it..
Per Diem.

Per Diem.

A Story by Boyd Johnson


The old man was dead when they brought him in. I was smoking a cigarette with one of the x-ray techs, Tim, when the bus brought him in. People seem..
Psalm 85

Psalm 85

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


we’re waiting to see who’s going to f**k up first. who’s going to give who the go ahead. thinkin bout the dark days, ..
you didnt weigh the chain did ya doc?

you didnt weigh the chain did ya doc?

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


we all know the Combine.

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