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Reckoning-Fiction by Edward Francisco
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Dishes, Dishes, Dishes-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Angels in Vegas-Flash Fiction by Tom Darin Liskey
An Alto for the Choir-Flash Fiction by Hillary Lyon
A Splash of Red-Flash Fiction by Daniel Clausen
A Slight Disposition-Flash Fiction by James Coffey
Together Forever-Flash Fiction by Bill Baber
Talky Tina-Poem by Daniel G. Snethen
Play Dead-Poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Boycott This Poem-Poem by Michael Marrotti
Monaco-Poem by John Doyle
He Dubbed Himself General Custer-Poem by David Spicer
Moment of Madness-Poem by Meg Baird
A Beautiful Chaos-Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
Phantom Voices Floating...Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
Dirty White Girl-Poem by Ian Mullins
Don't Do It, It Ain't Worth It-Poem by Ian Mullins
Cursed-Poem by John Grey
Regarding the Coming of Man-Poem by John Grey
Threshold-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
Word Salad With Ranch-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
Turnabout-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Cindy Rosmus 2017

Turnabout

 

by Kenneth P. Gurney

 

 

The maize rows attempt to open the earth

to absorb me before I can rise from the dirt

where a sudden decrease in blood pressure

dropped me to my knees clutching my chest.

 

The maize rejoices that it is its turn to feed on me.

Through my flat-ear din, I hear their celebration

as the earth opens a little wider to accept my hand

and my knees, shins and feet.

 

It could soon be as if I never existed

and the only trace of me will be my Cubs hat

wind tumbled down the neat rows of stalks

that rise taller than my head when standing.

 

 

 

Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA with his beloved Dianne.  He edits the poetry blog Watermelon Isotope at watermelonisotope.com. His latest poetry book is Stump Speech. His personal website is at kpgurney.me.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017