FNS: Southwest Chilly by Michael Amram


Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.

Tonight’s poem is from Michael Amram

puzzle pieces began to fit,
like volcanic ash felt warm,
and molten rock bled trees
when Pangaea held us to its coals.
and un-seared red-rocks,

and the snake bite nights
the Sedona crickets rattled
off their humbleness
as arid dusty time goes on
forlorn and still in the sullen
stratosphere the gold struck
prospectors were shot on sight,

so they tread softly on the
warm waters of Havasu;
across London bridge
to bathe Kingman’s feet,

and cattle grazed their best
for cacti and prickly pests, the
scorpions that scurried,
belly-ached ‘bout deserts
where the earth echoes.

Michael Amram acquired a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Minnesota- Duluth in 1989. Since then he has been writing fiction, poetry and non-fiction on his own. His work has been featured in The Unicorn Reader, Abilities, and Poetica magazine. He has had book published by Loft Press titled Would God Move a Ping-Pong Table? A cumulative Analysis of Faith and Religion. He lives near Minneapolis with his wife and participates in a local writer’s group “Open Voices” at the Loft Literary Center.

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