. Funny old fish: its red a thick, dark nail polish smear, and it carries three strands of sickly, ghost-white waterweed.
. Must I bother you with this stupid business?
. Because she has never consented either to sin or to suffering that country has no soul.
. Sun catches her father's three gold teeth.
. Could you see better if I ran up the shade?
. The fact that this swamp world is now forgotten does not mean that it does not extend into the present; on the contrary, it is actual only by virtue of this very oblivion.
. My first apprenticeship to the business consisted of a three-years' course at grinding bark with a blind horse.
. Plats and specks of insects breaking on the windshield.
. Brer Rat climbs into confusion's purse.
. I took it with me to sea, but one morning, while I was asleep, she wrought her way through the cage, instantly flew overboard, and perished in the Gulf.
Joel Chace has published poetry and prose poetry in print and electronic magazines such as 6ix, Tomorrow, Lost and Found Times, Coracle, xStream, Word for Word, and Jacket. He has published more than a dozen print and electronic collections. BlazeVox Books published his CLEANING THE MIRROR: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS, and from Paper Kite Press his MATTER NO MATTER, another full-length collection. Recently out from Country Valley Press is SCAFFOLD, the first part of an ongoing poetic sequence, "(b)its," from Meritage Press, A SCRIPT, from Otoliths Books, SHARPSBURG, from Cy Gist Press, and BLAKE'S TREE, from Blue & Yellow Dog Press. For many years, Chace has been Poetry Editor for the experimental electronic magazine 5_Trope.