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Art by Jack Real 2020

Lives Alone

by Kenneth James Crist

 

In the morning, while the

dew is turning the

grass to diamonds, he

mounts Rabbit-at-Dawn and

moves toward the mountain.

 

In his medicine bag, a

lock of her hair, a

chip of turquoise she has

given, and a bear totem

reside.

 

He is Friend-of-Bears,

in life, a white man of

little consequence,

aged and slowly

failing.

 

In spirit, he is another

entity, born to ride the

Iron Horse to his

chosen destiny, that of

a warrior.

 

In his heart, he carries the

memory of Lives-Alone-Woman,

his last and best

love, who has chosen

solitude as her way.

 

Be Well, My Love, he

murmurs, as he spurs

his Iron Horse and the

air begins to thin, and

Rabbit-at-Dawn snarls.




Kenneth James Crist is Editor Emeritus of Black Petals Magazine and is on staff at Yellow Mama ezine. He has been a published writer since 1998, having had almost two hundred short stories and poems in venues ranging from Skin and Bones and The Edge-Tales of Suspense to Kudzu Monthly. He is particularly fond of supernatural biker stories. He reads everything he can get his hands on, not just in horror or sci-fi, but in mystery, hardboiled, biographies, westerns and adventure tales. He retired from the Wichita, Kansas police department in 1992 and from the security department at Wesley Medical Center in Wichita in 2016. Now 74, he is an avid motorcyclist and handgun shooter. He is active in the American Legion Riders and the Patriot Guard, helping to honor and look after our military. He is also a volunteer driver for the American Red Cross, Midway Kansas Chapter. He is the owner of Fossil Publications, a desktop publishing venture that seems incapable of making any money at all. On June the ninth, 2018, he did his first (and last) parachute jump and crossed that shit off his bucket list.




Originally from Bronx, New York, Jack Real works as a plumber in New Jersey. When he’s not snaking pipes, he likes to have a few beers and listen to Classic Rock with his childhood friend, fellow Yellow Mama artist Jack Pepper.


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