Sunday poetry: "On Transit"

My poem this week in the Journal of Radical Wonder is "On Transit," another piece from my manuscript in progress. This one was written in Honolulu this year (in a hotel, an airport, and possibly a plane) and is about the sensation of multiple kinds of travel. I hope you enjoy it.

Here are two other recent pieces worthy of note in Radical Wonder:

Nolcha Fox's poem "Blurred" is a short, evocative list of questions in which the author seeks comparisons for herself -- a bit in the vein of Simon and Garfunkel's song "El Condor Pasa (If I Could)." Here, rather than a hammer, nail, forest, and street, we have an antelope, an eagle, fences, and a myriad of natural forces. The closing couplet, "Where does the body end / and the plains begin?", is quite lovely.

Dave Alcock, who has regaled Radical Wonder with some brilliant flash fiction, recently contributed a poem, "Broken," which paints the kind of short, pithy vignette typical of his prose. The use of short sentences here ("Her eyes glistened. She sighed on the sofa. She held her knees. Her legs wouldn’t stand.") is particularly effective. Thanks, Nolcha and Dave, for sharing your work.