Christopher Crawford



Another hour another hour another
hour another hour the human engine waits
A waiting that makes patience brittle as morning
Another hour and the skin is the wind is the page is
a lost thought a code a cut opening an ocean…
There are no humans left, just
whispers and cradles and dust
and the red wind shakes
the Earth with a word
but there is no word, only “OOOOoooooooooOOOOOoooooo


CHRISTOPHER CRAWFORD studied English and Creative Writing at Boise State University where he also participated as a panel member for the university’s acclaimed Ahsahta Press. He remains in Boise, Idaho and works at Hewlett Packard to support his addiction to poetry and exploring the Idaho wilderness. Christopher is currently working on a photography project mixing typewriter typography, poetry, and social media. You can find his work on Twitter at @chriscraws, Instagram at @rockymountainpoet, and Tumblr at

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