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Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

Flat Bells



Walking north on Lassiter Mill,
Late was black.

Icy rain arrived & rolled off the birch leaves.

I swore footsteps were behind me,
Or maybe the foreign voice of my sister,
Like rhythmic silence—

A heavy orange flame twirling in a perfect white bowl.

I screen my prejudices
& the strengthening scent of intrusiveness.

I explored breath’s expression.

I slept on its courtyard.
Shadows became the shape of my beasts.

During sleep
I subdue the gimmick, sketch the fly
& let it begin.

I left that globe tenderly mangled,
A half-eaten Honeycrisp.

I modified my ritual until further notice.
I heard a pack of flutes invented

& my faith squirmed like a captured fish.


Terrell Jamal Terry’s poems have appeared in Columbia Poetry Review, West Branch, Washington Square, Green Mountains Review, The Volta, Juked, cream city review, and elsewhere. His first collection, Aroma Truce, is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in 2017.