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  November 2018
volume 15 number 1
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Mark States
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    Mark States has written three poetry collections (Reinvention from Mother's Hen in 1995, Grip of the Past from CC Marimbo Communications in 2000, and Tongue Control from The Laguna Poets Series #215 from The Inevitable Press in 2001).
    Host of Poetry Express in Berkeley (2002-2011), facilitator of the Public Speaking for Poets workshops, Mark has featured at such venues as Da Poetry Lounge (Los Angeles), Essenza Slam (Mesa, AZ), Barnes & Noble-San Diego, and the Oakland Literature Expo 2004 & 2005.
    Mark has appeared in such publications as Oracle, Poetalk, The Plastic Tower, and San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly; and on-line in Poetrymagazine.com, Muse Apprentice Guild and The November 3rd Club.

   

 

Shelter

Hands in pockets, pacing the concrete
trying to make warmth out of motion.
It is a bitter cold before sunrise
as swirling wind massages my scalp
underneath the hood of this winter coat whose draw string
is looser than a gossip's lips.
Oh, the secrets this bus stop could tell
of the derelicts and early bird commuters bracing themselves
against the metal pole like a second shadow.
A guy who never blinks sits in the confession booth of a
plexiglass shelter,
huddled in prayer and puffing on a foot-long cigar,
ceremonial incense in memory of a forever night of sin.
His whispers are understood
perhaps only by the stars soon to disappear in the daylight.
The headlights of the bus I have been waiting for approach,
and with it comes the opportunity
to thaw my bones and say grace to sunrise

copyright 2018 Mark States