10-12-2010 Excerpt from Estranged Union

J L Carey Jr
Tonight the one-legged cricket sings; it sings
To me - here, at twelve fifteen in the morning
It sings, resonating through the chemical
Smell of Ford Sterling Axle, through blackened grease,

Stagnation, the glow of cigarettes outside
This cricket turning ever in a circle
Like these concentric machines who live and die,
Who wrench and rust beneath this Michigan rain.

Published by J L Carey Jr

J L Carey Jr, Author of the book Turning Pages, is a writer and an artist living in Michigan with his wife and three children. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University and a BA in Englis...  View profile

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  • Christine Bruness10/25/2010

    Among the rust and grease and rain, the cricket sings -- just like the poet!

  • Orchiolum10/23/2010

    I enjoyed this piece and the image.

  • Paul Rance10/23/2010

    A helluva powerful analogous image to begin with, Jeff.

  • Tina Twito10/22/2010

    Amazing, and fits my nood today.

  • Delicia Powers10/22/2010

    Very raw and wonderful!

  • Joan Haines10/22/2010

    Melancholy frustration.

  • rama devi nina10/22/2010

    Unique and interesting. Ditto CJP's comment!

  • Christopher James Patton10/22/2010

    I appreciate your bridge from the self to the wretched society via nature ;-)

  • R. K. LoBello10/22/2010

    The analogy...the writing...it's all excellent.

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