Angel, Falling
Thread by thread, twisted, knotted, woven in intricate ways, my cells are thus rather like beaded prayer strings, their respiration the recitation of Hosannas, mitosis meant for the Mother of God, each Hail Mary a plea for protein proliferation, for lost wings to re-bud, for feathers gone to dust to reassemble, barbule to barb, barb to quill, all to allow my pull-up, to avert my spin-out, my stall, my fatal fall to earth. Roy Beckemeyer Roy Beckemeyer is from Wichita, Kansas. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals including The Midwest Quarterly, Kansas City Voices, The North Dakota Review, and I-70 Review, and in anthologies such as "Begin Again: 150 Kansas Poems," (Woodley Memorial Press, 2011) and "To the Stars through Difficulties: A Kansas Renga," (Mammoth Press,2012). Two of his poems were nominated for the 2016 Pushcart Prize competition. His debut collection of poems, "Music I Once Could Dance To," published in 2014 by Coal City Review and Press, was selected as a 2015 Kansas Notable Book Award by the State Library of Kansas and the Kansas Center for the Book.
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