By M. A. Istvan Jr.
As cameras move on to other battles
inhabitants pile rubble and dig graves,
rehang doors, replace windows, replant crops.
The lines they birth—naïve, spirited, bored--
dig up quarrels buried with the dead,
and rest-home the elders out of mind.
Inside the ditch, the digger felt himself
to be at the very bottom of things.
He could go lower, but just to more
earth. “This,” he looks around and then
pats the wall in a thud like a dog’s chest,
“is what asks and answers questions.
We are of this that we may love.”
And yet, had the digger been different
in constitution, rock bottom might
have been at surface, or in sky.
Issue #5 CONTENTS
Keeping it Necroreal
David Van Gough
The Quick and the Dead
The Potters' Field
Shed Shed Shed
Rachel Ann Girty
The Shivering Girls
The Monarch of the Sill Shenoa Carroll-Bradd
The Puzzle Box
Pink Afternoon, Reconstruction
Reflections of a Pissed Off Killown
Rejected by his academic peers for incidents that have resulted from his brazen narcolepsy and two-spiritedness, M. A. Istvan Jr. has published poetry in various magazines this year (2015): West Trade Review; Literary Orphans; Philosophy Now; Gyroscope Review; Expound; Horror, Sleaze, Trash; Crab Fat Literary Magazine; I_nfernal Ink; Urban Graffiti.
Visit Istvan’s page at txstate.academia.edu/MichaelIstvanJr.