Wool by Hugh Howey American Poetry Now exiled

Now exiled

conduct repairs

boots and cloaks woven with magic

or carve a woodblock print at home with Hokusai

the scariest street cat in the Big City

Wool by Hugh Howey American Poetry Now exiledThe world outside has grown toxic, the view of it limited, talk of it forbidden. The remnants of humanity live underground in a single silo but there are always those who hope, who dream. These are the dangerous people, the residents who infect others with their optimism. Their punishment is simple. They are given the very thing they want: They are allowed to go outside. After the previous sheriff leaves the silo in a terrifying ritual, Juliette, a