Glow
After we step obliquely
Through the high grass
And touch the light
Tipping the catkins
In gold smoke,
We will follow
What remains
Of the night cricket’s voice
To that pool of dark water
Where radium still burns
The hands of children.
No Notes
I’m ending my life
On an evening just like this.
Days from now, maybe years,
Taking my sorrows and nonchalantly
Walking into the subway’s path,
Or going out, twenty-below,
And courting the black eye of snowdrifts.
I’m leaving no notes
Or hints of disappearance.
Maybe ending in the utter hush
Of ice and darkness,
Or with that sudden bang
That will burst my head
Like a ripening fruit.
Bio: Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gutter Eloquence and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.
After we step obliquely
Through the high grass
And touch the light
Tipping the catkins
In gold smoke,
We will follow
What remains
Of the night cricket’s voice
To that pool of dark water
Where radium still burns
The hands of children.
No Notes
I’m ending my life
On an evening just like this.
Days from now, maybe years,
Taking my sorrows and nonchalantly
Walking into the subway’s path,
Or going out, twenty-below,
And courting the black eye of snowdrifts.
I’m leaving no notes
Or hints of disappearance.
Maybe ending in the utter hush
Of ice and darkness,
Or with that sudden bang
That will burst my head
Like a ripening fruit.
Bio: Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gutter Eloquence and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.
