October 26, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


JD DeHart



Punctuation of Life



One day, all that will be left

will be a comma, swimming

in memory.

The same kind of comma

that sits on Superman’s dotted

forehead, that signifies the

literary Bond.

A comma of life, plastered

onto the wall, or snaking

down the drain.







Dressed Like Death



In the scrub, they make their

play, kicking up dust, one child

shrouded like a tiger, stripes of gold

and darkness,

the other slips away a moment,

returning with his own shroud on,

but this time the movements are

quick and the result

is that tiger falls on his side,

an unexpected development in sunny

afternoon play.







JD DeHart

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available from RedDashboard.


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