Noir poetry from Les Edgerton at Bouchercon
With kind permission from the author and from Blue Moon Literary and Art Review, where the piece first appeared, here is "My Father and Robert Frost":
One day I found a volume of poetry by Robert Frost in the prison library at Pendleton and checked it out.© Peter Rozovsky 2013
Back in my cell, I read: Home is the place where, when you want to go there, they have to take you in.
When I made parole, I called my mom to tell her my good news. I found out that my dad had never read Robert Frost.
At least not that poem.