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August Reynolds

august reynolds     Hailing from Blacksburg, VA, August Reynolds' aims to tell and retell stories of people, hardships, society, and our ability and inability to forget. August draws inspiration from the American writing styles of the early-mid 20th century by detailing important, relatable stories and interactions through a more accessible, reserved writing style that teeters on the line of complex and over-simplified.

August has seven poems currently accepted for publication in places such as The Red Cedar Review, Philologia, in an anthology soon-to-be created by Eber & Wein, and a four-poem microchap accepted for publication here, with Origami Poems Project. The poem in the anthology is currently in the semi-finals of an international poetry competition put on through Poetry Nation by the parent publishing company, Eber & Wein. Both the poems in The Red Cedar Review and Philologia have already been successfully published by both and are found on their respective websites."

 

 


 ►   August Reynold's microchap is available below. Download the single-page PDF by clicking the title & saving to your pc. Set your printer for 'landscape' printing. Folding instructions are under the Who We Are menu tab.

 

Origami Microchap

chasing our freedoms

 

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August Reynolds CVR chasing our freedoms 2021 

Cover collage by Jan Keough

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he was there, once,

staring out at the
wood

the bleak, gray wood

and sometimes
i like to wonder
what happened

to the boy on the train

living through
it all, all those years ago...

it’s a funny thing, really,
hearing of him run

and run.

but he is again;

he is.

 

i’m sure she’ll see this

but i don’t know when

chasing our freedoms in
the west
west
west

the pioneered west
of youthful bliss
foraging in the
cool mud;

i miss it.

but we’ve aged, i get it.

slightly, now, dethroned.

but before we part again,

here -

i pressed a petal for you.

 

.

Break

he chased them
all that night;

the flickering, fallen
stars.

so gentle.

i remember when he
told me, others

beat him with belts.

choked him with hoses.

i can still see all
the scars,

the starved body,

split lips,
black eyes,
missing hair,
bruises.

broken in all
but spirit -

he gently caught
seven that night.

 

Metal and Grated Stairs

the walls
up here
are high
enough to
stop a
car but
sometimes i
like to
wonder if
they could
stop me
just me

falling to
stop all
the monotony

falling to
free my
pervasive thoughts

falling to
revive the
dandelions below

but then
i shake
my head,
yes, and
snub the
cigarette my
mouth held
and slowly
move back

August Reynolds © 2021