25 th and Central by Mac Greene cracked concrete, broken glass, empty half-pint whisky bottles, McDonald’s litter, dog turds, a red condom with French ticklers, wads o’ foil, a crushed crack pipe here we find the unending search for transcendence: whisky, the sacred fire; cocaine, Freud’s magic key. we find evidence of food, love, and man’s best friend. a waist high field of chicory grows over this abandoned lot flowers blazing blue in morning light. morning glories wrap the knobby stems. dandelions peep improbably from cracks. ants travel on their busy highways. bees buzz and flies inspect. starlings gossip. pigeons thrust out iridescent purple chests as they soar down to steal from house sparrows who find seeds to eat in all the grassy weeds. Bio: Mac Greene has been a Hoosier by choice fo...
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.