Dayne Topkin photo
By
W. Luther Jett
Spinning
(After Charlottesville, August 2017)
In a moment you
hang suspended
in mid-air before
the inevitable grind
of asphalt against
flesh — Consider
what it took
to reach this
instant. Here
the world spun
upside-down. It is
as if a bad dream
ensnared you, waking
to another dream
and then another until
you recognize
your situation with
a jolt and waken cold,
drenched in sweat.
You are not
dreaming, you are
not.
That car
didn’t drive itself.
Dreamers
In the forever of
space between sharp
inhalation and
exhaust — with snow
crusting round our
rag-wrapped feet
and without
further alternative —
we crane upward past
the burnished dome,
past the sentinel there,
and reach
for an un-named light.
Here
I can stand no other
Where.
W. Luther Jett
I am a native of Montgomery County, Maryland. My poetry has been published in numerous journals, including The GW Review, ABRAXAS, Beltway, Innisfree, Potomac Review, Little Patuxent Review, and Main Street Rag. My poetry performance piece, Flying to America, debuted at the 2009 Capital Fringe Festival in Washington D.C. My chapbook, “Not Quite: Poems Written in search of My Father” was released by Finishing Line press in the fall of 2015.
W. Luther Jett's poetry jolts me in a shockingly calm manner. I enjoy his poetry.