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They Walked Until Autumn
They Walked Until Autumn
They Walked Until Autumn
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"They Walked Until Autumn" is P. M. Leiby's fourth book of poetry, preceded by "The Mean Doors," "Goodbye, The Unused Portion of Hello," and "A Boy Swept Under the Rug." P. M. Leiby brings to bear a love of life and death encoded in the social and mental struggles. He holds an M.S. in psychology from Purdue University.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 11, 2022
ISBN9781005462963
They Walked Until Autumn
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Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

Paul Mason Leiby Jr is the author of nine experimental poetry books: "Lofi My Life," "Sleeping Every Sycamore Standing," "How the Bakery Pronounces Drab," "Of the Body Air," "They Walked Until Autumn," "Goodbye, the Unused Portion Hello," and others. P. M. Leiby brings to bear a love of life and death encoded in the social and mental struggles. He holds an M.S. in psychology from Purdue University.

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    They Walked Until Autumn - Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

    They Walked Until Autumn

    Paul Mason Leiby Jr

    Copyright © 9/1/2022 Paul Mason Leiby Jr

    All rights reserved.

    DEDICATed to

    Shagufta and family,

    and my family

    CONTENTS

    Cemetery

    Rich of Birds

    Out of Body

    October Soil

    Where the Stones Huddle Together

    Asylum Hill

    Hexenkopf

    Horror Post Prehistory

    Out of the Dirt

    At the Body of Your Henge

    Night of the Dead Living

    No Such Thing as Funerals

    Ergo Doom

    House on the Half Hill

    The Mind is Not User Friendly

    Falconer’s Hill

    Beneath the Juniper

    Amorphous Hair

    Standing on the Sun

    Not Socializing

    Itch Caved Heart

    Wretched

    Irony Our Outright

    Depersonalization

    We Walked Until Autumn

    Cemetery

    Prehistoric angels wafting by the vault ground-going,

    growing-pains catacomb night deep and wide bearing,

    peril faced dirt happy as interment,

    flower hungry by the look of their skin.

    Some stroll past the blank check air of it

    stone after stone due for memories

    or looking deep for reading the eyes of stars

    that haven’t burned city wide,

    or to progress into uncertainty,

    or to search for a moment in caved-in mines of afterlife.

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