Issue One

Autumn 2011


A Way


He was looking to find his way
between whales and Treasure Island.
Mars would do in a pinch.
Through the culls of his search
there were spears and scars,
an emergence of heroes.

He was looking to catch light
from Aldebaran, apply it;
watch for the wish it summoned there.
Where night gathered at the ends,
a glow caught his eye, proof
he could lead the way.

In Mexico I saw… was how
he made believers; using Damascus
Seychelles, Tierra del Fuego.
He gathered in the corners,
made his knapsack from it;
dallied there with history,
adages for a compass.


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Larry Jordan