Bashō’s Pantomime Blues by Christopher Stolle I – Snap blown wind smothers night— moon cannot hibernate like honey: bare thy bees. II – Crackle snow bleeds on tulips— cold crystals undercover hues sleeping: wake up, spring. III – Pop step toward memories— anguish lingers quickly: break through this verdant March. Statement: “Poetry is what I write when I can’t find any other means by which to express myself. I still write almost all my drafts by hand because it forces me to consider each word carefully. I’ve been writing poetry for more than 20 years, and I’ve published poems in more than 50 magazines and three anthologies. But I still continue to desire to share my poems with people everywhere. You never know what difference you might make in someone else’s life—all because of a few lines of poetry.”
Flying Island is the Online Literary Journal of the Indiana Writers Center, accepting submissions from Midwest residents and those with significant ties to the Midwest.