“Clarity” © Dr. Regina Valluzzi

 

We Are Its Wicked Garden

A microscopic wrecking ball brings planes from the sky
maroons cruise ships offshore, empties arenas and churches,
turns work-a-day doctors into hero martyrs, everyday nurses
into Clara Bartons, kills many, makes their relatives live
with this sudden void sorrow fills. Those it does not touch
it touches, a malignant telepathy. The sub-text everywhere
is fear.

 

Steven Croft lives on a barrier island off the coast of Georgia on a property lush with vegetation. He has recent work in Misfit Magazine, The Five-Two, Anti-Heroin Chic, So It Goes: The Literary Magazine of the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library, The New Verse News, and other places.