By Dante Di Stefano
The snails in my dreams radiate stillness. The world is a gleam in the eye of a dead hog, hung upside down, waiting to be gutted by a forlorn butcher. The older I get, the smaller I feel. In a decade, I will be my own son, a toddler craning my neck upward at a balloon stuck in a skylight. There’s always an ant under the eyelid to ponder. My neighbors all look either like Hittite cuneiform or like woodcut illustrations of Spinoza’s philosophy. Sadly, I’m an insomniac dormouse eavesdropping on a war report issuing through a tiny Victrola in a tongue my mother knew in her girlhood. I sleep inside the smallest stone where my words unfold like flowers, clasp-knives, star charts, old lawn chairs, an origami swan doused with kerosene. I’m ascending an ivory escalator of doves. I browse through bins of malignant toys. Tyrants tend not to clip their fingernails. All my eyelashes point to heaven.
Dante Di Stefano is the author of four poetry collections including Ill Angels (2019) and the book-length poem Midwhistle (2023).
Dr. Ernest Williamson III has published creative work in over 600 journals. Williamson has published poetry in over 200 journals, including The Oklahoma Review, The Roanoke Review, Pamplemousse, formerly known as The Gihon River Review, The Copperfield Review, The Penwood Review, and Wilderness House Literary Review. Some of his visual artwork has appeared in journals such as Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art, The William & Mary Review, New England Review, The Tulane Review and The Wisconsin Review. Williamson has an M.A. from the University of Memphis and a Ph.D. from Seton Hall University. He lives in Nashville. Learn more here: www.ernestwilliamsoniii.com