Poem by Seth Howard

 

Three Mirrors, A Silent Room

Where do we stop? Invisible walls
a dream of return.

I am exiled as swans gather before
me. Slow, or fast, the night

fragmented as our lives. Driven to
the end of mercy,

a sun drips into a pool of red wine.
Alive, these slow births

waiting for the day, dream of sand
& fire. My empty

hand, & the questions that hum in
my brain. Where do we

stop? By the oak & the salt pillars
I break away from

enslavement, & knowledgeable advisors
attend in rooms of glass.

 

Seth Howard the author of two chapbooks: Out of the East and Waters from a Well. His work has appeared in Otoliths, BlazeVOX [books], unarmed journal, Big Hammer, Oddball Magazine, Chronogram, Saudade, and Elephant. He graduated from the University of Connecticut, & attended Sophia University in Tokyo for three years. In his spare time, he enjoys the practice of Zazen, watches J-drama, and studies French in New London where he lives.

Bill Wolak has just published his fifteenth book of poetry entitled The Nakedness Defense with Ekstasis Editions. His collages have appeared recently in Naked in New Hope 2018, The 2019 Seattle Erotic Art Festival, Poetic Illusion, The Riverside Gallery, Hackensack, NJ, the 2019 Dirty Show in Detroit, 2018 The Rochester Erotic Arts Festival, and The 2018 Montreal Erotic Art Festival.

 

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