Hangman Ode

Each wrong guess draws out a man whose life depends on how fast the words are figured out. The goal is to figure out the words correctly and leave as little of the dying man exposed. When the little man is complete, he dies. When you lose, the words remain unfinished, broken with gaps—footprints where something has been let to walk away.









José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow. He has had poems recently in Profane Journal, Pilgrimage and Right Hand Pointing as well as flash fiction in Pretty Owl Poetry. He is presently pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing at the University of Cincinnati. He runs the poetry blog, The Friday Influence.

More from Araguz in issues 3.1 and 2.4 and again in 2.4 and Issue 2.3