Wednesday, March 27, 2024

One Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Aswan Willie Dixon


Aswan Willie Dixon

took the power of Egypt 

with him wherever 

he went.


Dealt dime bags

out front this Bloor West Village 

head shop 

in a tri-coloured beanie.


Went home to the same woman 

every night, and this half-blind

rescue dog named Horus 

that never learned to 

play fetch.


Ate frozen peas from the ice box 

with a generous stick of butter.


Over all those scratchy records.

Promising he wouldn’t go back.


Come raging cannon

or fodder.


That was Aswan

Willie Dixon.



Bio: Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and mounds of snow.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, The Asylum Floor, Horror Sleaze Trash, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review. He enjoys listening to the blues and cruising down the TransCanada in his big blacked out truck.

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