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Month: May 2013

May Days and Freedom Walks

May Days and Freedom Walks

Spinozablue welcomes the poetry and fiction of A.J. Huffman and Charles Tarlton, plus new work by returning champions Donal Mahoney and Steve Klepetar.

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The Fiery Trial, by Eric Foner
The Fiery Trial, by Eric Foner

I’m currently reading a fantastic history by Eric Foner, The Fiery Trial.  It’s a biography of Lincoln in a sense, but focuses on his relationship to slavery and its abolition. Two hundred pages in, I’m reminded of just how far we’ve come, and how incredibly, tragically long it took us to get here. I had forgotten, for instance, that Lincoln’s views — which evolved over time — were considered by many to be too radical, while actual radicals and abolitionists considered him far too accommodating on the issue.… |To be Continued “May Days and Freedom Walks”

A.J. Huffman: Midnight Walks Electric

A.J. Huffman: Midnight Walks Electric

Midnight Walks


Pink elephants glitter through a memory
of a garden.  Soaked in rain,
we dance so carefully.  Echoing
each other’s indifference
regarding vision, we pattern a moon.
Dialed for futility,

invisible hands reached through
ghosts (broth present and unaccounted for).
Laughter lightening tongues
toward tales of fear and following.  Our hands
folding inside each other as we cross
a bridge no one built to come out.  Unscathed
is a fairy-told demon.  We find
only slightly scarred is more reality’s toll.





Electric Sunset

Flock of feathered followers
pierce the clouds.  Dollops of fuscia,
gold, and lime sizzle before igniting. … |To be Continued “A.J. Huffman: Midnight Walks Electric”

Steve Klepetar: The Lost Place

Steve Klepetar: The Lost Place

The Lost Place


No longer home
or any other world,

this empty space
grows inside out

like time eating
its own flicking tail.

Have you wondered
where the strong

walls bent, sliding
back into earth?

Who has answered
your call or left

a message on your
empty, hanging pad?

Someday you may
call me “brother”

or forget my different
name.  Someday

you too may disappear
another breath of smoke

an absence rising
wraith-like to the snowy stars.


Copyright©2013 by Steve Klepetar. All Rights Reserved.

Steve Klepetar teaches literature and creative writing at Saint Cloud State University in Minnesota.  His work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. … |To be Continued “Steve Klepetar: The Lost Place”

Charles Tarlton: The New Hire

Charles Tarlton: The New Hire



This would be Hampton Davie’s third academic job in as many hard years since he’d got his Ph.D. in poetry at Winston. He started out prestigiously enough, teaching the introduction to American poetry and a seminar on Wallace Stevens at Bisby University, but that had not worked out. He’d quickly got another position, a little farther down the rankings, at Rolling Rock, but that, too, had dissolved in his hands. Now, he was at Button College, determined to hold on.
He had always loved the campus at Winston, with its old period stone buildings and the ivy on the walls.… |To be Continued “Charles Tarlton: The New Hire”

Donal Mahoney: Behind the Barn With Carol Ann

Donal Mahoney: Behind the Barn With Carol Ann

Behind the Barn with Carol Ann
Back in 1957, kissing Carol Ann behind the barn in the middle of a windswept field of Goldenrod with a sudden deer watching was something special, let me tell you. Back then, bobby sox and big barrettes and ponytails were everywhere.
Like many farmers, Carol Ann’s father had a console radio in the living room, and every Saturday night the family would gather ‘round with bowls of ice cream and listen to The Grand Ole Opry. It was beamed “all the way” from Nashville I was told more than once since I was from Chicago and sometimes wore a tie so how could I know.… |To be Continued “Donal Mahoney: Behind the Barn With Carol Ann”

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