all of these streets some of us some of us left squinting in the glare this man no one knows who breaks the surface and how many of these how completely will picture the heat of august all of these people all of the ones John Sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living. A believer in writing as catharsis. Opposed to all organized religion and political parties. His latest collections include APPROXIMATE WILDERNESS (2016 Flutter Press) and the limited edition chapbooks HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A BASTARD CHILD IN THE KINGDOM OF NIL (2018 Analog Submission Press). All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.
dorothea
like rivers of doubt
and all of us lost
left standing alone
in the room of empty chairs
looking out the window
of sunlight on chrome or
on water
who threatens to jump
without a sound
and is pulled out too late
small irreversible moments
will you live through?
they come
to define your life?
dissolving into
the thin blue skies of
september
you will never know
turning slowly to dust
behind locked doors
you loveAbout the Author