Black Hill – Poetry by Robert Ford

Behind the new wire fences 
age-old disturbances settle, 

persistent wounds heal. 
Trees spring from buried memory. 

Though the sky still leadens 
like a sketch hurried in charcoal, 

time travel becomes possible. 
Paw deeply enough beneath 

the knitted soil, and the trace of  
whatever you left behind emerges.

About the Poet

Robert Ford’s poetry has appeared in print and online publications including Under the RadarBrittle StarDime Show Review, The Interpreter’s House and San Pedro River Review. More of his work can be found at

For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.

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