i watch the sun climb through
barbed branches filled w/
fat green leaves and
orange trumpet blooms
koi, yellow and white and black,
jump from thick water as tiny
bugs skim across the edge
i am a child in my fears,
waiting for the news to
brighten my day, although
simple words do not seem to sway
metal bars bend as the heat
of my dying litters across
unmarked graves, yet birds
continue to sing and the
sun never slows
Jack Henry, California, USA
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Jack Henry, writer/poet/playwright/musician lives on a small suburban farm just beyond the reach of Los Angeles. He writes about the vagaries of life, love lost, death and the search for resolution. Recently, his chapbook "chasing screaming monkeys w/o any clothes" received a favorable review by david mclean at clockwise cat.
Further, he is publisher and editor-in-chief for d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t press at deadbeatpress.com. Some of his work has been published in cause & effect, cp journal, off beat pulp, gloom cupboard, instant pussy, phantom seed, skitzo lit and winamop. Forthcoming in: cc&d, decomP, static movement, oak bend review, red fez, eviscerator heaven, clockwise cat and flutter. See also, deadbeatpress.blogspot.com.
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