By: James D. McCallister
Vigilant Echo
Vigilantly echoing his half-inventory,
the only tremendous scheme of the
frowning concept drive calls the last
chin, another hostile experience;
You swore to thank her, capable
bulging bummer you’ve started,
slapping with the crazy tingle pair;
now now love sister, speak alive this fish
Leaking wild dripping hootenanny
syrup, recall dating the exhibition
OUCH favorite, with roiling intimacy
perceived as fantasy hell
Complete face movies push a window
complex and make a floor feel;
unspool intuition, rue the sure
greasy betrayal energy and blue-up trust
Cold Horrid Movies
Breathless blood movies on
the long screen, week-old words as
your spirits come cold-horrid
Protective entertainment
hinges these projectors,
the sort you sew
The perplexed mild involuntary
intermingling flourishes
threaten your hand
Burn across corners
when stumbling inherent;
get to grown you
Gurgled Reason
Heart-gurgled reason
with the swell energetic
it-drugs they’d taken
all deserted summertime
with garbage fading
at creamy house projection;
he sports being for sense
and gleams golden with
the see-info another saw
upstairs; “own it and
know your eyelids,”
comes his errant advice
James D. McCallister, the author of seven indie novels and a short story collection (and as editor of a volume of poetry), is a past winner or finalist for awards from the South Carolina Writer’s Association, SC Fiction Project, Pearl Magazine, the Faulkner Society, the Saturday Evening Post, the Raw Art Review and The Jasper Project. He adjuncts in creative writing at Midlands Technical College in Columbia, SC, where he lives with his wife Jenn and beloved brood of cats, muses all. For more information: www.jamesdmccallister.com jamesdmccallister@gmail.com
"The poems are generated from a cut-up engine run on my own previously published literary fiction, after which the resulting language stack is mined for imagery and music. Next, the results are sifted and honed through adjustments to tense, punctuation and word choice until poetry emerges. No big whoop."