by Daniel E. Blackston
Tonight, my dreams of flying on a winged, white bull dissolve to crickets, flies and rain.
Out of the long,
Through that mug, Phoenicia's Princess rides white stars like dandelions made of light,
and we fall toward them:
Tears for the homely girl I loved and never told, but dreamed of her bull-like brow, her
baring our breasts to the sky's
Tears for the slow rot on cathedral domes, and the twisted mouths of politicians. In
Bull horns puncture
Daniel Blackston is a poet, speculative fiction writer, and critic at large. His speculative fiction stories have appeared in lively venues such as Talebones, SBD Science Fiction and Fantasy, Fiction Inferno, and IdeomancerUnbound. His poems have appeared in many journals, such as: Hiram Poetry Review, The Santa Barbara Review, Hidden Oak, Harp Strings Poetry Journal, Mid-American Review, Poetry Depth Quarterly, and others. When he's not writing, he enjoys playing folk guitar and tournament chess. You can read his bi-weekly column of short speculative fiction reviews, Firebrand Fiction Reviews, at sfreader.com, where he serves as Managing Editor. Daniel is also the Senior Speculative Fiction Editor for Futures Mysterious Anthology Magazine and writes a column, "The Prose Detective", for the FMAM website. He is married and has two children: a stepson, Dylan, and a new daughter, Emily Mae.
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