Poem by John Grey

To An Ex

As the constant rain explains it,
I am one of the lost.

And, as the sharpening knives
would have it,
even if someone were to find me
they would stab away
with blind fear
and bloody anger.

Does a light shine brightly on you,
I wonder?
Or. if not, is your armor thick enough
to turn back the plunging blades?

Meanwhile, my head sinks lower and lower.
My skin shrinks thinner and thinner.
Ah my dearest ex,
I have the next in mind.

Artwork © Ira Joel Haber

John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in Paterson Literary Review, Rockhurst Review and Spindrift with work upcoming in New Plains Review, Leading Edge and Louisiana Literature.

Ira Joel Haber was born and lives in Brooklyn. He is a sculptor, painter, book dealer, photographer and teacher. His work has been seen in numerous group shows both in USA and Europe and he has had 9 one man shows including several retrospectives of his sculpture. His work is in the collections of The Whitney Museum Of American Art, New York University, The Guggenheim Museum, The Hirshhorn Museum and The Albright-Knox Art Gallery. Since 2007 His paintings, drawings, photographs and collages have been published in over 160 on line and print magazines. He has received three National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships, two Pollock-Krasner grants, the Adolph Gottlieb Foundation grant and, in 2010, he received a grant from Artists’ Fellowship Inc. He currently teaches art to retired public school teachers at The United Federation of Teachers program in Brooklyn.