OXIDANT | ENGINE : Issue 12
the old men still talk of vineyards
grief bears witness
all translations imperfect
the old men still talk
follow the dirt road
to the lake of no water
everything remains unfinished
lines of coincidence form
in a curious belonging
to unknown peculiars
is purely accidental
turn the hourglass
days are rooms now
there is a still clock
on the mantel
you must rid yourself
to bone and dust you must
maintain a low profile
hide your hand
the last of the money
That Little-girl Future
In force fields of possibility results may vary.
Don’t give anything too much meaning.
With an endless process of revelation
we all teeter on the ledge of language.
Let them write the scene set the stage.
The scripts are revised every morning.
Whatever the title that little-girl future
owes you another reality.
One that will keep you from walking
too many miles in the wrong direction.
One that is more than a darkness
that magnifies the light.
Linda King is the author of five poetry collections including
Reality Wayfarers (Shoe Music Press, 2014) and antibodies in the alphabet (BlazeVOX Books, 2019). Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals in Canada and internationally. She has been nominated for Best of the Net and also for the Pushcart Prize. King lives and writes on The Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada.