Oct 19

POETRY

Photo by Ave Calvar Martinez via Pexels

She’s talking about the leaves again.
Red ones over there, orange ones, yellow.
I’m trying to drive.
Soon enough they’ll fall,
And I won’t have to hear about the leaves
Until next year, when this will all begin again;
I’ll try to drive, and she’ll be next to me
Trying to cause an accident…

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Aug 9

POETRY

The Cliffs of Dover, UK
Photo by Tatiana via Pexels

The Fiend appeared in the rain
at the top of the cliff,
no need for him to fall again.

The blind man fell from a mind
that could imagine a fall
that saved.
That Christ, that Satan,
fell betrayed and rose redeemed.

The mind set him gently on the sand
and…

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Aug 2

POETRY

A woman in a white dress with smoke around her head
Photo by cottonbro via Pexels

Queen of smoke,
heaven’s daughter,
you were never more
than Apollo’s laughter
anyway, a puff of gray,
a miasmatic haze
of burnt tobacco
silver as solder,
dangerous like motherhood.

A hole in the ground for a church,
Facilis descensus Averno,
you muttered perched
above the fuming fissure,
mouth foaming, eyes shut,
but just try hauling…

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Jul 19

POETRY

Simon Jaques Rochard, “Lady Smith and Her Children.” Public domain courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum…

The day Natalie left for Charleston,
Max sketched the scene on the sidewalk in chalk.
He frowns as he waves goodbye,
his arms arching over his head like weeping willow branches.
The car is drawn small,
as if it is far away.
That night I was afraid of the dark,
and I jumped at minute noises…

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Matthew Thiele

Matthew Thiele

Teacher. Satirist. Scholar. Published in Slackjaw, Points in Case, McSweeney’s, Ben Jonson Journal, and elsewhere. Definitely not a robot. Or an alien.