[Issue 3 / November 2012]

Your grief has been postponed

on this glorious day, delayed

by the sun’s miraculous face and all those sheepish clouds.

Dig another hole through

the mirror’s flat and empty

smile. Bury what you

can’t conceal – an oath and

another dance.

The country is empty tonight,


of its banners and flags.

Buyers have returned home

to their mistresses and dogs.

This worries you and you are not alone.

Furious wells bubble and call out your secret name, you are hung

in effigy and at sunset on the shadow hill, fires blaze.



Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His most recent chapbook, “My Father Had Another Eye,” is forthcoming from Flutter Press.