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Poetry by Thomas O’Connell IN ANOTHER FISH TANK
I am always in love with the next town over, coveting my neighbor’s chamber of commerce. I eat at the luncheonettes and frequent the barber shops, longing for charging privileges at the public library. I buy squash and local honey at their farmers’ market and forgive them the sulfuric stench emitted from the match company. When a storm puts their main street two feet under water, I only feel compassion. I don’t have to think about getting my car to higher ground and am free to worry: what will become of the windmill at the miniature golf course? MONSTERS THAT SCARE NOBODY
side by side so that the subjects appear to be looking at one another—they do not know each other, nor are we able to introduce them. This is not heaven. THE GORILLA’S ESCAPE
of far away places like Kuala Lumpur or the Little Rock Zoo where the children’s train circles the prairie dogs and treacherous things can happen to strangers. We like to imagine a life of danger though remembering to turn off the stove is all our weak hearts can bear. RESPECT FOR AN OLD TRAIN
the gauge, but when I see one like it in the hobby store window I remember the houses and people outside frozen, yet waving. SLEEP COMES EASILY
left on, tuned to an all night talk show from Baltimore encouraging hours of welcomed insomnia, listening to what the Maryland insomniacs have on their minds, drifting away sometime during a commercial. © Thomas O'Connell Thomas O'Connell (toc1964@yahoo.com) is a librarian living in the mountains of southwestern Virginia with his wife and a couple of swell daughters. A 2004 Pushcart Nominee, his poems and stories have appeared in Tarpaulin Sky, Cranky, and Flashquake as well as other print and online magazines. on to page 21 back to the front page |