Such a nice boyIn flat sixteenDecent honest Even pleasant Go figure whyHe shot them deadWife and childrenAnd best friend For an inflatable dollFound in the closetFull of love Canadian author Luigi Monteferrante recently morphed into a singer/songwriter: www.myspace.com/mcmontylive. Previous prose/poems published in Chicago Quarterly Review, Happy, Yellow Mama, Word Slaw. First novel, At the Hearth…
Category: Poetry
Dream IV: Forgotten
The others tell their dreams at breakfast,luring wakefulness with coffee, buttered bread.But all day, something hoversjust beyond sight – you startat a touch on the shoulder, a tap at the door. At the park, at lunchtime, you hear schoolgirls whisper gravely to each other: You dreamedyou were falling? You know,you die if you don’t wake…
Giving Up Isaac
God once said to me,Give me your Isaacor whatever most precious:your mother’s amethyst,a pot of plastic peonies from your first winter lover,or your one functioning kidneywith overworked nephrons,I defied Him.And for thatI live in a no-frill no-hot water flaton East Houston and Thirdamong drug peddlersand dirty pigeons,who squander sidewalk space.Share quarters with a drag queenwho…
Akela
had us in her nesting boxone evening every week creosote wood haven in a rustic islandoff The Ridgeway she had us filed in sixeshalf dozens in green plumagewool and skullcaps slippingover brylcreem short back and sides arms stitched with badges this weekday evening goddesshad us raising two stiff fingerstilted like pistol barrels at our heads…