The Lost Hunter
by Ken Victor
They’ll find the body
in spring, just when the widow’s
tears begin to dry.
Ken Victor has been trying to write poems for 35 years because he is under the influence of A Gift of Watermelon Pickle, the book of poems he read in Mr. Gibson’s 7th grade English class and which, unfortunately, entered his bloodstream like a narcotic and left him permanently addicted, awaiting the opening of the first Poetadone clinic. He’s been published in numerous journals in the U.S. and Canada, and makes his home in Quebec.