Horizons "Back toward the time when the world, without footprints, broke open." - Ginger Murchison, from her poem, "On Stone Mountain" A backhoe paws its single front leg onto gray shale, shatters, pulls, breaks, delaminates, lays waste the traces of Edaphosaurus dog-paddling hot, briny estuaries under equatorial Permian sun, rips the pages of ancient stone texts, devastates the cuneiform signatures of reptilian claws, the clay tablets of millennia of evolution's accounts: the world, with footprints, broken open. Roy Beckemeyer Roy Beckemeyer lives in Wichita, Kansas His poems have appeared in a variety of print and on-line literary journals including Beecher's Magazine, Chiron Review, Coal City Review, Dappled Things, Flint Hills Review, I-70 Review, Kansas City Voices, The Light Ekphrastic, The Midwest Quarterly, The North Dakota Quarterly, The Syzygy Poetry Review, and Zingara. His book of poetry, Music I Once Could Dance To (Coal City Review and Press, Lawrence, KS, 2014) was selected as a 2015 Kansas Notable Book. He won the Beecher's Magazine Poetry Contest in 2014, and the Kansas Voices Poetry Award in 2016.
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Louise pelzl
4/20/2017 11:26:20 am
Wonderful poem. You done great as always.
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