John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice
nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary
journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
Hyphenated Grace
My hand's a living prayer. Ink
on one fingertip, indelibly stained, reflects the night. A perfect point of
honesty, mirrored by a grainy crescent of false purity, of tentative
confession, of simulated disclosure in its inseparably tethered partner. Between
them lies a shaking leg, a beating heart, bathrobe tattered by the shadow of
decades.
The
mystery of life, held in the balancing act of mimed surface, of facing
fact dimly perceived, spinning songs to daily poverty in unfaced ruins,
overrun by human detritus, reading headlines into soft yet durable
imminence.
Somehow
revolution proceeds in vast palatial quandaries, solidifying logic’s
touchstone. Among us, its course is fixed for now in serpentine volition’s
stirring glance. The tension builds and breaks on schedule, reciprocal in
counterpoint.
Refrigerator
hum echoes electronica in harmony of mechanized procession. Now a night light
volunteers as if on cue in coinciding skeleton of miracle accepted gratis,
penultimate to hyphenated grace.
Prose poem moves in a confessional power of grace in a
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