Two Poems by Peggy Turnbull
Kristallnacht, Again In Indiana, empty-headed cornstalks wave at the interstate. Peeling wooden crosses lurk among the goldenrod, forgotten. Deployed decades ago with evangelical zeal, they decorated Appalachian highways when my friend Daniel still lived in West Virginia. They unleashed his crystal nightmares of Vienna. He knocked at our screen door, asked, If they come again, [...]