knew him when he was six
by Michelle Hartman
he wasn’t a poet. Not yet
not until he developed a hatred of articles
and a love of obscure words. No one
that he defied mortality on lined sheets of paper.
At parties he’d tell people that poetry
beats the sound of jackals trapped in a
and my predicates are stronger
than my commas.
With the social skills of a Trappist monk he wasn’t
invited often. When the papers piled
up, neighbors found him
dried and brittle
as the fire hazard stacked around him.
Michelle Hartman’s third
book, Lost Journal of My Second Trip to Purgatory, was just released
from Old Seventy Creek Press. It is a poetic
treatment of child abuse and the effects it has on adult living. It is
the first book of its kind by a recognized publisher and is available on
Her other poetry books, Irony
and Irreverence and Disenchanted and Disgruntled, from Lamar
University Press, are also available on
the above publishing credits, she is the
editor for the online journal, Red River Review and holds a BS in
Political Science-Pre Law and a Certificate in Paralegal studies.