Poetry by Joseph Ellison Brockway
A Rorschach blot once told me
that life can be refracted through a prism in reverse
and a child's heartbeat can crack the roughest diamond.
To test the fragility of life I robbed a butterfly of its flight;
I removed all of its wingdust and wiped it on my limbs;
I could not fly.
I showed the clouds my iridescent hands
and jumped from a pyramid in reverse--
from the back, facing backwards.
When a blot speaks, one must listen;
the cards never lie.
I saw myself in a cloud before a flock of birds broke through--
forcing my cloudself's dissipation,
just as a cloud of dustsparkle rose from my impact;
with my last heartbeat I crushed a diamond.
visceral innocence (an un-dream)
drops of sad
the moon refuses to smile
an abandoned baby stews in urine and drool...
the dog licks the baby’s wounds
the entire baby
Joseph Ellison Brockway is a poet, translator, and Spanish professor working on a Ph.D. in Studies of Literature and Translation. He has translated poems from That’s Not How Women Talk by Puerto Rican poet Nemir Matos-Cintrón, and he is currently translating Island Mythical Coffer by Spanish surrealist Eugenio F. Granell. In poetry, Joseph likes to experiment with language and explore his mental divergence to uncover the surreality of human existence. Joseph’s poetry has recently been published in Jalmurra, L’Éphémère Review, The Perch, The Rising Phoenix Review, SurVision Magazine, and Surreal Poetics. Joseph can be found on Facebook and Twitter at @JosephEBrockway.