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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Liz Jacoby


When the Lights go out

it is an exercise– staring into the past
resting the head on something immovable like this old and red, wooden chair
allowing the eyes to acclimate to blanketing hues of elapsed light
born dozens of centuries ago

more orbs become detectible the longer the stillness
each matchless
frequent fluttering illusions
unmistakably visible antediluvians
remapping theories of what it means to be
on this mid-nineteenth century farmhouse porch
nestled in pastoral land of ancestors

mid-May, Hagaman, Illinois