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  April 2014
volume 11 number 1
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  Scott Alexander
  Shawn Aveningo
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  Betsy Burke
  Matt Burns
  Shibani Chattopadhyay
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  Tyler Dupuis
  Allison Grayhurst
  John Grochalski
  Hedy Habra
  Samantha Henderson
  Augustus Invictus
  Natalie Itzhaki
  Scott Jacobson
  Alex Johnson
  Mikel K
  Craig Kurtz
  Phillip Larrea
  N.M. Leepsa
  Anthony Magistrale
  Brendan McCormack
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Philip ONeil
  Ebi Robert
  Walter Ruhlmann
  April Salzano
  Jake Sheff
  Rishan Singh
  Julia Stein
  Allen Taylor
  Paul Tristram
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
  Claire Walker
  Viola Weinberg
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Walter Ruhlmann
April 2014



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    Walter Ruhlmann works as an English teacher, edits Datura, and Beakful and Urtica. He has published twenty-four chapbooks and poetry collections both in French and English, and hundreds of poems worldwide. His blogs and
Night Orchid



It Has Come to Light

Under some iridescent skies paved with lapis lazuli,
bathed in Apollo’s brightness or other deity's luminescence –
the essential foundation, the basis of all things that matter
appeared to me, on the wet morning after.

The lie lay before my eyes, the noises I could hear from the depths
as she sang Sweet Sangria or some other song going on forever in my ears.
A genuine epiphany made me sense the wise men came this way
like they did in the past to adore baby J –
new born light in the eyes of the world, saved from the innocents' massacre,
the infants' bloodshed, Herod's infantry's slaughter.

So much darkness before enlightenment
could not prevent other times to fall into sludge
when my contemporaries experience contentment
in phones, screens, vile virtual vices and shameless, debasing slime.

The golden calf may moo as much as its might allows it to,
no blazing will bless it as much as the spiritual beam enchant me.

copyright 2014 Walter Ruhlmann