Art and shiny things…
the trees react to colder nights by stripping naked
the meadow too
it’s as if they’re about to set off somewhere
all excess baggage is left at the gate
the sun too is a budget traveler
abandoning most of the sky
the days are so quiet now
take me with you
even if there’s nowhere to go
even if it means leaving myself behind
-Dave Bonta, Gnarled Oak
So happy to say I have a poem in One Sentence Poems today! (With another coming in a week). Editors Dale Wisely and Robert Scotellaro run a fascinating literary journal focusing on poems that are are only one sentence long – which can include poems up to five stanzas, but means that the poems are invariably, compressed – short and sweet or profound, and hopefully satisfying. Here’s mine: Adagio
Bedridden, I ate nothing for days. Gradually came paper-thin
noodles boiled in lemon water, salt-less crackers they called
saltines and half cups of chamomile. Unable to escape I assumed
nothing happened in the world beyond my bedroom. Light
changed as it always had, doves cooed in the hollows of the house,
once the sound of a woman laughing, two men yelling in a strange
tongue, the old church bells down the road and the occasional car
passing by, but the restless silence seemed to be the most
unbearable thing.
-W.J. Preston, Apple Valley Review
Coffee and Irony 