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  November 2015
volume 12 number 2
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  Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi
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  Dave Houston
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  Frank Mundo
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  James G Piatt
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  J.T. Whitehead
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Robert S King
November 2015



photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Robert S. King lives in Athens, GA, where he serves on the board of FutureCycle Press. His poems have appeared in hundreds of magazines, including Atlanta Review, California Quarterly, Chariton Review, Hollins Critic, Kenyon Review, Main Street Rag, Midwest Quarterly, Negative Capability, Southern Poetry Review, and Spoon River Poetry Review. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently Diary of the Last Person on Earth (Sybaritic Press 2014) and Developing a Photograph of God (Glass Lyre Press, 2014). His personal website is
Robert S King



Under the Black Light

A forgotten graveyard's fog
lost the sun and moon long ago.
Ears and minds wander here
guided by the touch of darkness.
Minds change here where an owl's
cold call turns to caw, and a cat's
purr turns to dirge.

Nothing flies beneath the night's
black mask. Nothing has enough
shape to have a name, but touch sees
hard stones as rows of broken teeth
and low-hanging vines tangle
as loose ends of a story.

A crow could not see his shadow
in this haze thick as spiderwebs
whose nets cannot break a fall.

But when blind eyes adjust
to darkness, they can read between
invisible lines, and the silk shroud
reflects a memory of moonlight
that ties together the living and lost.

copyright 2015 Robert S King