Poem by Lana Bella


 

The Devil at the End

Only come to this lovely window,
tuned always to a thousand hours
under metal drone of the evening
fan. And in this interior of heat
flooding back to mouth, I kept to
diurnal rounds with the devil at
the everlasting, leaning left on his
hard stare, bartered breaths and
bones for spurs and wings beating
against these fragile walls. Then
I crested his base wind’s spine like
a welcome, he set down the evening
Absolut, and coffined me as wayward
ship, where even the lightest
salve scraped our kiss like a beard.

 

A three-time Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 400 journals, Acentos Review, Comstock Review, Expound, EVENT, Ilanot Review, Notre Dame Review, among others, and work to appear in Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3.

Alex Duensing. Graduate of William Paterson and Columbia? Yes. Ran for St. Petersburg, FL City Council? Yes. Won? No. Stopped Mayan Apocalypse on rooftop with performance art? Yup. Strange but nice fellow? Clearly. Protégé of Arakawa+Gins, masters of the architectural body? Ongoing even after the supposed end. Able to create mechanical engines that run completely on the energy a person creates while appreciating a painting? On delightful rare occasions.

 

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