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Into the Land of Nod Genesis 3:9
Poetry by Alex Stolis
Into the Land of Nod
Genesis 3:9 And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him,
Where art thou?
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These other drunks are unlike me. I know how to drink
myself sober. Perfection lives in silence
breathes in dark corners. I don’t want her to abandon me
in this unconsecrated room. She is soft as a tender tree
in a summer storm. I’ve seen her naked; seen the way
the truth, the light; we’ve turned wine into redemption.
Why does the last word always have to be amen?
She promises we’re blessed,
insists we should pray for the unfortunate souls
who can only attempt this kind of death.
Alex Stolis lives in Minneapolis; he has had poems published in numerous journals. Two full length collections Pop. 1280, and John Berryman Died Here were released by Cyberwit and available on Amazon. His work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Piker’s Press, Jasper's Folly Poetry Journal, Beatnik Cowboy, One Art Poetry, Black Moon Magazine, and Star 82 Review. His chapbook, Postcards from the Knife-Thrower's Wife, was released by Louisiana Literature Press in 2024, RIP Winston Smith from Alien Buddha Press 2024, and The Hum of Geometry; The Music of Spheres, 2024 by Bottlecap Press.
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