Charles Rafferty
Newtown
We brag about our corn maze, the fact our fields still accommodate some cows. It’s hard to believe we’re known mostly for mass murder. It’s even harder to believe the shooting will one day fail to define us. On holiday weekends, the Boy Scouts set out coffee for the drunks and tired drivers. We have a giant flag in the middle of the highway. We have a dog park, occasional bears. The cell service is always good and the goose shit deepens in the Ram Pasture pond. As you might have guessed, the water is both pretty and undrinkable.
Charles Rafferty has a new collection of prose poems from BOA Editions, A Cluster of Noisy Planets. His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Ploughshares, and The Southern Review.
