“Pyrrhic Victory” © Edward Michael Supranowicz



Why aren’t all hard facts cast in stone? My
suicidal pretext is designed to disrupt your
murderous resolve. I could use a chiropractic
adjustment of the hindbrain.   Regrettable
utterances fly out of my mouth like a
boomerang.   Feldspar madden.   Exfoliated
swordfern.   Capricious parachute.   Hiccupping
headache.   An apprehensive patient believes
that the surgeon’s blade has made an incision
while it remains unsheathed.   Just throw that
revolver into the river.   Count it off as another
unanticipated business expense.   Stand in line
and take a number.   False memories flutter like
cigar ash dandruff from the magistrate’s wig.
Hibernating bear roused by the rattle of an
ovulating snake.   Now just means that it’s
about to happen or maybe sooner than you
think.   Please step forward whosoever dares
to bake bread in Sylvia Plath’s oven.


Casey Bush plays chess, hunts mushrooms, prefers walking, and has a yo-yo collection. His book Student of the Hippocampus was published in 2018 by Last Word Press (Olympia, WA). Novelist/screenwriter Jon Raymond has written about that collection “These are poems that arise bearded and barefoot from the raw American earth. They are by turns sacred, profane, political, gnomic and free.”

Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the US and other countries. Both sides of his family worked in the coalmines and steel mills of Appalachia.