M.A.H. Hinton

I will tell you now the things I know

the high summer sun setting
a magpie flying
cottonwoods shimmering

a daughter’s hesitant smile
my wife’s radiant one

cold beer on a hot afternoon
warm bourbon in a quiet bar

a good book
a good game
a poem

George Jones singing
Coltrane playing

dust will claim everything

every glance
every gesture
every word
spoken and unspoken


and in the end
dust becomes stardust
and blows away

M.A.H. Hinton grew up in Montana, lives in Minnesota, and has been writing for more than 40 years. His publications include poetry in Spitball and in upcoming issues of Aji and Temenos. He has also published several Western short stories.