Daily Archives: April 12, 2018

Truth, by Sophie May Coates

I am not a silent poet

You found it on the ledge,
that truth you had heard spoken
but had never seen in the house
or witnessed for yourself
like sasquatch sat at your window.

At first it sat nicely. Content.
Licking itself admiringly
and so you began to lick yourself,
imitating its self adulation
at the fact that you’d caught it.

Then it shuffled in your hand
……………..– caved in on itself –
uncomfortable with its form
like concaved prepubescents
making their way through school corridors.

Less solid than expected, the grip slipped,
it fell through the wood flooring,
to the suspended mess below,
losing all its soft and tactile fur
as it slipped through the cracks in panels.

You still had the licked marks
on your shoulders
a stain on the ledge
and littered hairs on the floor

hopefully you’ll find him again in a magazine
or The Daily Mail.

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Encyclopedia of Sound, by Stefanie Bennett

I am not a silent poet

It was nothing. A dream is nothing.
I refuse to discuss it – we
Dissect too much.
.. 
It was nothing. One war is nothing.
If it led to another
That’s what wars are for.
.. 
It was nothing. A life is nothing.
We all have a touch of it,
A fine, a very slick fixative – no more.
 ..
It was nothing. Death is nothing.
Places are vacated, are
Filled-in quicker than the open crypt.
 ..
Nothing is nothing until someone
Signs its truth.
Find it between the ears…
 ..
The burned-out eyes… the shovel
Of earth wedged
In its mouth.
..
Of mixed ancestry, Stefanie Bennett [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee]
has published several books of poetry, a novel & a libretto & worked
with ‘No Nukes: Arts Action For Peace’.

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