I
have five prose poems
from
the manuscript
How
the World was Made
currently
appearing in
The Adelaide Literary
Magazine
is an independent
international monthly publication,
based in New York
(US), and Lisbon (Portugal),
and founded in 2015.
The prose poems can
be found
Here's the beginning
of the first one:
Transubstantiation
1.
Who owns the note to the house? CitiMortgage owns the note.
No, it's Freddie Mac. Trace the note through the ether and you'll find it's
probably in a cloud on the net called MERS, an electronic registry - designed
to track servicing rights and ownership of mortgages. No physical note exists.
The "note" floats out there above the earth, bouncing between
satellites: the transubstantiation of flesh into spirit.
2.
Francisco Vasquez de Coronado attempted to conquer new lands
for King and God. He had a huge retinue of soldiers, following him into the
unknown. For gold. Coronado gave the Indians he encountered the opportunity to
submit to his King and God before he lit them on fire, transubstantiating
darkness into light.
3.
The lawyer for CitiMortgage uses the "you're a
deadbeat" line on the woman in the dock because her mortgage payments are
in arrears. The woman loses the case, her house. Later that night, she goes out
into the backyard. Mars is close, a red dot in the blackness, burning. Her two
children are asleep in their beds behind her. She vomits in the grass. This is
the transubstantiation of wood into fear.
4.
I’m stretched out on the linoleum below the open kitchen
window. Blue-lit insect wings flap in and out of the apartment…
*****
And so it goes...
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