Perched on the outskirts of the periphery, just outside the where of how, you once noticed a crack, the craw,
the claw, the cusp of yesterday edging toward a moment ago.
Lips lost longing, lounging with the lunchbox open, the
aluminum foil unsnugged, sesame seeds & bits of crust in the tiny foil crinklepockets that look like inverted reflective
mud dried up & cracked into patterns.
She said a serious joke that’s no hoax, not hokey. What's your position?
I wish I knew. That's my position. Too little time for so much trash. Time off, down
time that can never be downed
or sunk like an empty tempus fugit battleship, a fugitive monarch butterfly, not mockingbird or monarchy,
mock-up or rehearsal, neither hearse nor umbilical cord snipped for freezeform finesse. The moment migrates from the
here & now to the nevermore or sweet hereafter. Bittersweet, not neat or ribbontied.
Daniel Godston teaches, writes, and creates music in Chicago. His poetry and fiction have appeared in Chase Park,
Versal, Drunken Boat, 580 Split, Kyoto Journal, Eratica,
California Quarterly, after hours, Moria, Sentinel Poetry, and other print publications
and online journals. His poem “Mask to Skin to Blood to Heart to Bone and Back” was nominated by the editors of
580 Split for the Pushcart Prize. In February 2007 he curated
the Forth Sound Back event, in the Red Rover Series. He works with the Borderbend Arts Collective to organize the Chicago
Calling Arts Festival.
Brian Townsley is a
native of Los Angeles.
He attended UC Berkeley & USC, receiving degrees from each. In 2001, he won the AWP Intro Award for the poem "Unidentified"
in Oxford, Georgia, 1908, and has since published numerous pieces in various journals, including Quarterly West, Eclipse,
Connecticut Review, Berkeley Poetry Review, Killpoet, Diner, Spectum, Hawaii Pacific Review, and Southern California
Anthology, among others. He is the author of the books everybody pays, let the devil ride, and Badinfinity,
and is a contributing writer to guerillalit.
Justin Hyde lives in
Iowa where he works as a correctional officer. His first
book of poetry ‘Down where the hummingbird goes to die’ is available from The Guild of Outsider Writers
and Zygote in My Coffee. He is also a poetry editor at Thieves Jargon.