lunes of the unborn father by A. A. Kostas the unborn father a wholly useless figure disconnected from the stitching needle of generational time maternal threading skin prevented from contact by the skein of womb cheek brushing stomach two bodies apart carrying the family onward into time (third party witness impressionist poet again he’s useless) the bystander who lit the spark but stood back and let the wood and flame make their intimate dance of feeding and growing devour to expand the first paradox father as progenitor breathing into clay but held at distance god-head above the storm clouds so begins the search can we overcome? will you reach out to know me? seek out your maker? wherever there is distance there is the chance to close it hope for reunion
A. A. Kostas is a Canadian-Australian poet, writer, and lawyer, currently based in Singapore, and he writes the Substack newsletter Waymarkers. His writing has been published in The Republic of Letters, Apocrypha, Inkwell, New Verse Review, The Clayjar Review, The Rialto Books Review, After Dinner Conversation, Vessels of Light, and Calla Press Journal.
Flowers of the Maple
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Such a beautiful poem. The last stanza is my favorite—those final lines hit home. I’m saving this post so I can come back and remember those words!!
I love the use of rhetorical questions in this piece, very purposeful, and of course accompanied by the beautiful triplet structure. Awesome work as always 👏