Poetry Issue 16

Issue #16 : January-June 2012


      August 21, 1983
      by Derik Cumagun

      He could have laid it down neatly beside him
      instead the newspaper rested on his chest
      as he lay dozing on the couch. The pages
      heaving and sighing as he dreamt:
      About how many pages it would take to
      stop a bullet?
      But his head lay bare. And the morning sun
      sharpened the shadows on his face.
      When he woke up, his glasses were nowhere
      to be found and the whole household went looking.