I smell river in the woodwork…

Of all the poems I’ve written, only one line remains etched into my brain: “I smell river in the woodwork.” My Loyola classmates and I laughed at that line in workshop. (The river didn’t even flood the city!) Still, I remember the way rotting shotgun houses smell, and they don’t smell like mold. They smell like river in the woodwork.

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2 Responses to I smell river in the woodwork…

  1. “I smell river in the woodwork” is exactly the kind of sentence that makes a reader stop – reread – and wish they had thought of that configuration of words… and could do it themselves.

    Cheers, R

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