by Ace Boggess
Question asked by Sarena Fox.
At night, I can
turn the world
to darkness
with a twist,
no having to
tie a sock
around my eyes.
Friday, I walked a lap
of the yard. Just one.
It wasn’t the same. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Ace Boggess
When You Got Out of Prison, Did It Take a While to Adjust?
Filed under Poetry
Do You Still Have Any of Your Prison Stuff?
by Ace Boggess
(question asked by Savannah Dudley)
Open the 2012 volume of Best American Poetry
& there inside its avocado cover
see my inmate number written in black sharpie
by a C.O. from the mailroom.
A reminder. There’s not much else.
I was never one to accumulate wealth. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
You Think You’re Safe Until You’re Not
by Ace Boggess
Inmate Buck Berk ran the buffer for an hour before it bumped a chair and the snake leapt out at him. Well, it didn’t so much leap as wobble, its insignificant head slicing the air in a down-up motion more like a woodpecker’s. It bounced a dozen times, then stilled. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
I Met Him Once
by Ace Boggess
He seemed reserved, inward,
too calm for the cloak
of frenzy his reputation wore. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
They’re Making a Movie
by Ace Boggess
they’re making a movie about my childhood basement
Hollywood producers overcome by all the monsters there
fire-eyed slobbering winged-like-flies arising from everywhere
as with heroes fighting in their blanket capes
Filed under Poetry
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