The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Walking through a small grove of bamboo, the breeze evokes a creaking until you need to look to insure the tall spindles are not about to collapse on you. A small child seeing you knows what you are thinking, smiles and says “they are just saying hello, so you should say hello back.” Her parents appear flustered, whether because she is talking to strangers or for fear that she is bothering you, but of course it is neither, for the girl is a Buddha dragging you into this fragile moment, so you say hello and both the bamboo and girl giggle. Louis Faber is a poet living in Florida. His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Europe and Asia, including in the Whisky Blot, Glimpse, South Carolina Review, Rattle, Pearl, Dreich (Scotland), Alchemy Stone (U.K.), and Flora Fiction, Defenestration, Constellations, Jimson Weed and Atlanta Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. So long as I’m in the river, it doesn’t matter where I flow. Zhihua Wang’s poems have appeared in Aji, Last Leaves, Across the Margin, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere. She received her MFA in Poetry from the University of Central Arkansas and will be a doctoral student in creative writing at the University of Rhode Island this fall. I spent a pleasant morning walking quietly around the grounds, searching for them diligently, but as on most days they again remained hidden from sight. I did see several cattle egrets staring deeply into the foliage, knowing that breakfast lay hidden deep within, and a flock of ibis pecking life from the still wet, just watered lawns. Today I even saw a Great Blue Heron admiring herself in the still surface of the pond across the road, and a snowy egret and a little green heron engaged in a silent conversation to which I would never be privy, but in the glare of the morning sun, despite my careful search, not a single poem showed itself, leaving me to hope that tomorrow would bring better luck, or as least a cinquain or a ballade, not my pantoum of failure. Louis Faber is a poet living in Florida. His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Europe and Asia, including in the Whisky Blot, Glimpse, South Carolina Review, Rattle, Pearl, Dreich (Scotland), Alchemy Stone (U.K.), and Flora Fiction, Defenestration, Constellations, Jimson Weed and Atlanta Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. |
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