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  August 2009
volume 7 number 2
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John Sibley Williams
August 2009
   

 

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art by alfie ebojo aka alfie numeric

    Recently receiving his Master of Arts in Writing, John presently calls both Boston and Vienna home, and he is compiling a book of poetry and art, as well as beginning his first novel. John has won the Best Fiction Story in Voices and 2nd place in the California State Poetry Society's haiku contest. His other previous publications include: Phantasmagoria, The Alembic, Black Rock and Sage, Language and Culture, Red Hawk Review, , Raving Dove, Collected Stories, Poetry Motel, Typically Unusual, The Leaflet, Main Channel Voices, The Lowell Sun, The Campus Report, and The International Library of Poetry.
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For Federico Garcia Lorca

I found death happily
spinning old cloth
in my fatherís basement.

I sat beside him
to embroider the plain vestments
but each stitch
blackened to ash
between my fingers.

His fat, nimble hands
just kept churning
fabric yards over the cold tiles,
though I asked him
to slow.

I was alone in the house.
I had a key.
My father had left
the procession.
Silence.

When the sun finally broke in,
it strengthened my thread
and in the light the garment
was black too, ashen,
my thread yellow.
Death just kept sewing
and in the silence
I began working hard
to catch up.

copyright 2007 John Sibley Williams