John P. Kristofco
How is it that the star's still there?
We've spun a billion miles since
I saw it first the night I learned to ride a bike,
and dreamt the dipper poured out black
like cauldrons spilling steel
to the frames and lines of cities,
binding us to compass points of earth.
My poetry, short stories, and essays have appeared in over a hundred different publications, including: Rattle, Folio, Slant, Cimarron Review, Poem, The Cape Rock, Blueline, and Shot Glass. I have published three collections of poems and have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize five times.