Gary Beaumier | The Piltdown Review

Gary Beaumier

Ten Cents

Ten Cents

Once I saw a man, whose brother had been murdered, sidearm a coin into a fountain.
The Northern Lights

The Northern Lights

I never took your last breath; you never saw my first. So when I was young I invented fathers to take your place.
The Spirit of the Horse

The Spirit of the Horse

There are deep impressions in the grass, tracks from your truck and muddied sod from the vet who “put him down.”