Reaching for Jupiter There are no answers inside this throat of muddled absence and dust mote air, nothing to refute antiquity or the scars of a slave girl gone deaf and mute. But this time the shackles can’t hold you, the trapdoor can’t ensnare you. Each sour cloud breaks apart like shredded gossamer, the sins strapped to your ankles split free like the husks of your discarded history as you lean and reach upward toward the fermented sky where Jupiter’s moons sway like a bejeweled gate, awaiting your arrival, telling the watchmen to stand back, open the door and let you in. Len Kuntz Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, THIS IS WHY I NEED YOU, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at lenkuntz.blogspot.com
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January 2021
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