THE DREAM THIEF’S MISTAKES
ANGEL COLLECTORSNo, no, it is the three strange angels, Admit them, admit them, —D.H. Lawrence Song of a Man Who Has Come Through The angel collectors wait where stairways cheat. Steps rise almost to a door then twists down following voices you can’t hear. You’ll see them some nights, flipping through stars. They’re around at times you ignore, sighing. They repeat unsayable names, hoping that their sound calls angels. Collectors play, but they cheat each raise. Almost twisting doors, they fall down. Some angels enjoy the stairway game-- able to hide when they want and get caught in time. Eternity’s always the same and paths leading nowhere, or staying sought diverts them. They’ll toy with stars, play with rain and steal haloes. People are jokes they forgot after Eden. Cute angels leap through frames, tossing terror, lightly, at those untaught humans dancing up strange stairways. That game stays new. Hiding is fun. They won’t stay caught. MINERAL CONFESSION
Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Roshi San Francisco, was just published by Norfolk Publishing. Starting from Tu Fu was recently published by Encircle Publications. He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka and Dante. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the activist and documentarian, Joan Juster where he made his marginal living pointing out pretty things. Now, like everyone else, he’s unemployed. He has published 2 novels and three chapbooks and two full length collections so far. His first chapbook won the Negative Capability Award. Titles on request.
A meager online presence can be found at https://www.facebook.com/MarkJMitchellwriter/ A primitive web site now exists: https://www.mark-j-mitchell.square.site/ I sometimes tweet @Mark J Mitchell_Writer
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