The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Someday when the world is truly revealed, long after we’re gone, I suppose, the real day, not what we call discovery now, on that day when all questions cease I hope that we find that wearing Groucho Marx glasses cured cancer, and after all those studies about how to treat each other maybe all we had to do was be nice, to everyone; that’s it: be nice, no excuses. I hope that eating two candy bars every day helped end global warming and that walking carelessly actually did injure your mother’s back, and there was always someone steering a chariot across the sky, dragging a sun bigger than my imagination. But my biggest hope is that making 12 free throws in a row, then closing your eyes and wishing for requited teenage love, I hope that wasn’t a thing because I can’t tell you how many times I made 11. Casey has been published in numerous journals including The American Journal of Poetry, Better Than Starbucks, The Moth, and 3rd Wednesday. His latest book is A nest blew down (Kelsay Books, 2021), and a new collection, Freak show (Fernwood Press), is due out in 2024. Comments are closed.
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