Little Prophets Everywhere Who wants to write a poem about fire? when you can just build one stacking the phrases in logs leaving spaces between for the breathing. Either way it's all embers for the art of getting cooked. Last night my father came to me in a dream. He said, "Don't worry about the world. Just keep your own bed warm." I want to believe The Book of James (William, that is) & the upward progression of souls traveling somewhere widely among wise spirits & I want to accept that this body will not survive the journey. I try to abandon restlessness to live among the ferns and the mosses who tell me over & over by slow degrees the few good & glowing truths.
Stephanie K. Merrill has poems recently published in The Rise Up Review, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, Feral: A Journal of Poetry and Art, and elsewhere. She has work forthcoming in UCity Review and in Moist Poetry Journal. Stephanie K. Merrill is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a retired high school English teacher. She lives in Austin, Texas.