~These poems were selected by Clara Jane Hallar, Assistant Editor for Poetry.
~This poem was previously published in Nimrod International Journal (2011).
A Broken Abecedarius of How Things Might Be if the World Were Saved
Achoo! at the beginning of a tale.
Beasts wandering in daylight, unafraid of being shot, even
Centaurs, who would not be drunk any more if invited to your wedding.
A dragon or a dinosaur named
Flies who would go to the front screen door on command so you could
let them out.
Galumphing as the normal gait of soldiers.
Hazelnuts that fall one by one into the mouth of the Salmon of Wisdom who swims
beneath, until the time comes for her to be caught by a wizard’s
apprentice and cooked over a slow fire until she has rendered up all the
wisdom remaining in her unsung parts. But
I digress. . . .
Intoxication once a day by the scent from white
Jasmine flowers tumbling over a garden wall, except for the
Keepers of Butterflies, who would need to remain sober.
Loping as an alternate choice (see G above).
More respect for Dame Love, who has thoughtfully abolished Reason.
Nearly all the children reaching the house in the middle of the forest, where they will be
temporarily changed into birds, and introduced to their hearts’ desire by a very
Old bear, who knows all the tales with caves in them.
Pearls of music rolling around between the warm, uneven bricks, under the chairs.
Regales of yellow leaves, and the musk of grapes.
Sisyphus released from duty but staying on as a volunteer on weekends when he has
Time off from being a taxi driver in New York, something he has always wanted to
Whim, who has finally convinced Steven Hawking that she is indeed the final black hole
Xanadu with its plazas and feasts, its gardens of endless endings for which we have all
Yearned—and to which we have spent the last million years
Zigging and Zagging (see G above) and where we will arrive this very