Speaking of Falls,


last year’s arrived like a stone

from a slingshot.

Paintings awoke on our walls.

One song followed another and then another

until the sun went down like weak tea

and we couldn’t speak.

Not to mention the cocky superheroes,

Beelzebub’s ballerinas and princesses,

and the Plutonian Sponge Bobs

all begging and booing and asking us

to smell their dirty little feet

as if we looked to them like candy

wrappers strewn across a lawn.

Trick or treat said the beers to our stomachs.

And when the darkness finally crescendoed,

we withered and shriveled and fell.

And then the guitars broke us as always

and we lurched into city buses

like stones skipping across a pond just before

plunk.  And the loneliness that blew through us

was not even our own.



Photo By: Naoko Takano


About Author

Tom C. Hunley holds degrees from University of Washington, Eastern Washington University, and Florida State University. He is the author of three full-length poetry collections, most recently Octopus (Logan House Press, 2008, Winner of the Holland Prize); five chapbooks, most recently Annoyed Grunt (Imaginary Friend Press, 2012); and two textbooks, most recently The Poetry Gymnasium: 94 Proven Exercises to Shape Your Best Verse (McFarland & Co., Inc., 2012). He has also written for a variety of literary publications such as TriQuarterly, New York Quarterly, Five Points, The Writer, North American Review, New Orleans Review, Rattle, Exquisite Corpse, Verse Daily, The Writer’s Chronicle, Atlanta Review and Poetry Daily. His poems have been featured several times on Garrison Keillor’s NPR program, The Writer’s Almanac. In addition to writing his own poetry and prose, he is the book review editor for Poemeleon and the director/founder of Steel Toe Books. He and his wife, Ralaina, have been married since 1996, and they have three sons. In his spare time he enjoys playing bass guitar.

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