Our second installment of Anti-Genre features three pieces by Glen Armstrong. Each vignette invites readers to access the strange, evocative wonder of Armstrong’s vibrant imagery. *** Make an Occult Noise Here Then wait. The older the universe gets, the longer it takes to respond. A red-tailed hawk spreads its wings, just engaging its impulse to rise, but the wings keep spreading. Night falls on the nearly abandoned city. War breaks out between what used to exist and what never existed. Light: the fuse. Consider: blues holler, death rattle, last gasp. Sometimes the answer is silence. Sometimes the answer is “no.” Though our arrangement of convenience never blossomed into love, we always had strong coffee and the best seasonal fruit. When I leaned in and paid attention I could hear you. *** The Sonnet I won the sonnet contest by being clever enough to rhyme “orange” with “door hinge,” but the prize money didn’t go as far as I would have liked. I had to buy shots for the other poets, a beret and a leather waistcoat. I had to subscribe to three new journals and rent a unicorn for midnight rides, naked rides through the town. I was in debt. I needed to win another contest, but I had nothing: late night phones, broken bones, blueberry scones, uneven flesh tones, combat zones, primordial moans . . ....Read More
Author: Glen Armstrong
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