Yellow Fever Cemetery, Martin, Tennessee Here, small wooden houses still crowd in a sleep hidden from their carved with petals of ivory lichens pressure that spills through the black earth by stonecutters whose profits would | that came after the fever broke, stuck around—Dr. Sebastian for months, while the epidemic freight loads that swept from the Delta along the tracks—they felt the weight by William Flowers |
William Robert Flowers was born in rural west Tennessee. He earned his BA in English Languages and Literature from the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga in 2006, and he is currently pursuing his MFA at the University of North Carolina at Wilmington. His poetry has appeared in Hunger Mountain, Poetry Miscellany, Great River Review, Apple Valley Review, and Prick of the Spindle, and a work of short fiction is forthcoming in the anthology Dad’s Bowtie: Patchwork Path. He lives in Wilmington with his wife, Megan.
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