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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." |
winter comes
the dead no longer
theorize joy. the ground is certain, and entertains neither toils of skeptics, nor strife of believers. resignation
we were disciplined
for waking in the infancy of realization and so turned our eyes again toward the vast and caring arms of ignorance that spread 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 cast integrity, not shadows where punishment disguised travel agents
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. |
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