New issues, new dissections, but old directions, still hitting into the same sea of likes and dislikes, can I at least downvote this status into an oblivion beyond all the smiling false faces? My only headway is in the anthologies of others, no spotlight, just another position juxtapositioned on a live stream where everything amounts to a wash, obviously a dog whistle for oblivion Skies filled with amber and rose burst open, the one gift I can look up to, spring coming in through the foggy bookends of winter, should I pack my bags and go away this weekend?
About the Poet:
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish a novel.
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