Timothy Resau
Long past a series of years— countless earths— where age is counted by the growth of plants and breath of children— all eyes know the direction of the wind and women’s hands play waving icicles musically through the air in tune to the drum of the sun— on cloudy days, even, the heart beats like a stepping panther’s paw— smiles fall like stars— there’s no language— a spoken word is a lost word— a silent moment becomes a symphony— a flag of autumn leaves is hoisted upon a branch as a weathered crowd gathers around a banquet of fire to celebrate the birth of a fawn—
Timothy Resau has published prose and poems in the U.S., Canada, Portugal, and the U.K. Most recently his work has been in, Sideways Poetry Magazine, Sylvia Magazine, The Beautiful Space, Loch Raven Review, Rye Whiskey Review, Better than Starbucks, and forthcoming in Scarlet Leaf Review, and Fictional Café. He’s just completed a novel Three Gates East.