What We Need
Why shouldn’t flowers look like clam balloons on strings, like coral fireworks surrounding blue eyeballs? Why not golden strawberries, a yellow sickle on a bed of maroon? They don’t exist, Madame Hohnloser said, but who died and made her god of all things growing? They may not yet be discovered, or evolved. Perhaps we may simply need them to exist in the face of so much sorry predictability, so many machines, so little room to walk freely. Maybe this is why the Samurai on the vase is smiling. Surrounded by colour, he refuses not to dream. J. Stephen Rhodes Poems by J. Stephen Rhodes have appeared in over fifty literary journals, including Shenandoah, Tar River Poetry, and Texas Review, as well as several international reviews. Wind Publications has published his two poetry collections, The Time I Didn’t Know What to Do Next (2008) and What Might Not Be (2014). He has won a number of literary awards including two fellowships from the Hambidge Center for the Arts and Sciences, selection as a reader for the Kentucky Great Writers Series. Most recently, he won First Prize in Still: The Journal’s annual poetry contest. He holds an MFA from the University of Southern Maine-Stonecoast and a Ph.D. from Emory University.
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