Issue 19
Winter 2019
An Act Could Perpetuate
Thomas Griffin
That this could perpetuate
anything matters least to
what follows
all out there
each act, moving
toward misery or perfection
choice a constant
in the corner shaking
when something knocks: our
flashlights weaken without use
but beyond sense, who can
sightsee while hands touch?
Now is before hands
as when the collie
stick in mouth
a whole lawn round
tries to get past
sees my step
then I step
without seeing.
About the Author
Thomas Griffin’s poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, recognized with an Academy of American Poets Prize, and continues to be published widely in journals, magazines, reviews, and anthologies. His most recent poetry collection is All That Once Was You.