Poem by Eric Mattson


Fact in Negative Sublime

Recall imagines unreliably,
Moments reattaching withered skins.

Replication, an inability,
Translates to only what has been revealed.

In reconstruction, points invent the line.
We reinvent what our hands get on. And

It’s the unworthy
                              who are temporal,

The Fortune Tellers
                              whowho never see theirs.


Eric Mattson was born in New Jersey and graduated from Rutgers-Camden. After school Eric moved around and took up working construction to fund his poetry and music. He has been accepted in Drunk Moneys, Carnival Literary Magazine, Red Dashboard Magazine, Coal Magazine, Oddball Magazine and Blue Bonnet Review.


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