Prisons of Invention What stairs lead to what chambers in this vast interior? What vaults support what roof, what balustraded walkways lead the way from futile A to futile B? What chains suspend what chandeliers? What massy stone is broken by what windows? On the bridge or stairway, tiny figures stand. An arm points up toward a shadowed stair – a blot looms at that balustrade. And on this plate, no breathing thing appears but for the forms that dot the edifice. No hint of day has blessed this scene, though light descends across the somber architecture from a source we can’t see, near the ceiling. Might it be the sun of summer? It is not. The world is stone and iron; not a thing remains of green or blue to warm the heart, in this dark prison of invention we have built. John Claiborne Isbell Since 2016, various MSS of John’s have placed as finalist or semifinalist for The Washington Prize (three times), The Brittingham & Felix Pollak Prizes (twice), the Elixir Press 19th Annual Poetry Award, The Gival Press Poetry Award, the 2020 Able Muse Book Award (twice) and the 2020 and 2021 Richard Snyder Publication Prizes. John published his first book of poetry, Allegro, in 2018, and has published in Poetry Durham, threecandles.org, the Jewish Post & Opinion, Snakeskin, The HyperTexts, and The Ekphrastic Review. He has published books with Oxford and with Cambridge University Press and appeared in Who’s Who in the World. He also once represented France in the European Ultimate Frisbee Championships. He retired this summer from The University of Texas – Rio Grande Valley, where he taught French and German and coached men’s and women’s ultimate. His wife continues to teach languages there.
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