joseph m. gant
Joseph M. Gant is a scientific glassblower by trade but a writer by passion. His work has appeared widely in the independent, academic, and commercial press.
Joseph lives in the Philadelphia area where he edits poetry for Sex And Murder Magazine and writes reviews for Outsider Writers Collective. His first full-length collection of poetry, Zero Division, is forthcoming with Rebel Satori Press.
He's also been kind enough to share three poems with Ad Hominem: "Winter Comes," "Resignation," and "Travel Agents."
the dead no longer
the ground is certain,
neither toils of skeptics,
nor strife of believers.
we were disciplined
in the infancy of realization
and so turned our eyes
toward the vast
and caring arms
from dawn's beguiling rays
so wrapped in soft and cotton darkness.
because dreams were always lies
and we were bright enough
to know this--
but lies delivered, labeled, forward
where punishment disguised
train wrecks piled on the porch,
dead passengers going nowhere—
I light a cigarette and measure out
the symmetry of steel
and all the signs that pointed here.
we were all aboard and validated.
rails and ties and heads of steam,
the sluggish turning wheels continue.
and I drink to those who made it thus,
cadaverous and satisfied
as we conduct ourselves again,
unfit to join the graves we’ve made.