“A society manufactures the heroes it requires.”
― Colson Whitehead, Zone One
Cumulus Consonance Study 1 by Scott Naismith
Living in and out of the past,
so many things have died
In and out like a tide,
holds a tiny hologram.
Even this early
I am full of years.
Here are the little gravestones
stands in the wild grass,
watching the future
arrive in a line of big black cars.
lost days, in and out of themselves
and dreaming again and half-
Still tired. More tired. Tireder, tiredest, tired ad nauseam, tired infinitum.
Mr. Berg Waves to the Sky
He raised his hand above his head.
His hair was a surface of gray,
his hand a semaphore.
No one to answer, to call.
His hand raised, and he wasn’t sure.
The symmetry of his body broken,
one arm up, one arm down.
His name was still Berg.
His hand had spoken,
nevertheless, above him.
Ana Teresa Barboza
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
this, on every last train ride into work