by Timothy TarkellyIn Anglia, in snow and wind, As so many stories begin,Strangers found company and warmth By fire in the local inn. Nudging new friends with cheerful tales(Some of which had even happened),Laughing at jokes with custom roarWhile drinking their own weight in ale. Some, regulars who left their wivesTo pass the village night aloneLying cold until the morning’sEventual homeward stumble.
Timothy Tarkelly’s poetry has been featured by Paragon Journal, Haunted Waters Press, Cauldron Anthology, Peculiars Magazine, GNU Journal, Origami Poems Project, and many others. He was recently named an Honorable Mention for the Golden Fedora Poetry Prize by Noir Nation. When he is not writing, he works as a teacher in Southeast Kansas.
Crypto Poetry By Timothy Tarkelly on ALTCOIN MAGAZINEORDERING DUMPLINGS WITH BITCOINIt’s the very first transaction. Numbers verified,given that green checkmarkand somewhere wires pulse like veins,like gasoline, burning numbers into the ledgerand I feellike Galileo charting constellationsin QR codes,leaving candles burningin Cathedrals across the cyberverse. REAL MONEYTell me againhow dumpsters are awashwith pennies and wars are waged with diamonds, but my thumb drive has no value.