No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.
[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Stanley Kaplan has published poetry and flash in a number of journals including Onthebus, Convergence, Chiron and JuxtaProse. He paints as well a writes. He is the Recipient of a Pollock-Krasner Foundation grant.[/author_info] [/author]
Anniversary
If your death were human,
it would have turned adult
yesterday, and I missed
the occasion. Downwind
from your memory,
I revoke the small sentiments
that flatter and stamp
my estimation of you.
Every morning I continue my evening prayer
and then I scatter myself like a trunk cut off by the hands
of a blind and crazy slave in several pieces,
which carry in their yellow sap the smell of the earth.
Our parents knew a serial killer paced the railroad tracks in East End, 1960 Superior, and they threatened us with death should we go search for him,
I watch the signs on the side of the long straight highway looking for animation
gopher trail yellow jacket nest one laced wing of a termite skin-flaked chapstick windburn