By Scott Alexander Jones
This collection of poems revolves around impermanence, exploring the transitory nature of existence thru a lens widening from our individual lives to entire civilizations to the world itself. It is grounded in the incessant awareness that even if human apes manage to avert nuclear or otherwise apocalypse in the coming centuries, the sun will one day stop converting hydrogen into helium and the earth will grow cold.
Published September 2009
6inx4.25in / 65pp / $10
praise for One Day…
‘Capable of stylish recursions and switchbacks, the restless speaker of these poems finds an auspicious trail head just about anywhere at the inconspicuous margins of the present American West. from the WTO protests in Seattle, a vegan co-op in Los Angeles, a western Montana skate park, or his native red Texas clay, Jones might launch one of his self-refining, surefooted excursions, and like the highest climb they are revelatory as outlook broadens. service berry and solidarity at the top. “this trail goes far above that rock i thought was the peak.'”
Bonnie & Clyde Settle
To Mine & Molly’s Livers
May we call you lover
things we’ve put you thru.
we could fly to Shanghai or Taiwan
with Beijing factory workers
safe to stare at thru smokestack plumes—
And somewhere within bruised ribcages
your soundless clockwork softens a little.
the lost cells & dignity we often take from you
But it’s not that we drink
the third definition of: spirits—
in one-line drawings between dots of starlight
long after gravity ceases to keep things together.
And it’s not that we drink moonshine
so we may replenish all that we set out to lose.
for the impulse to overcome gravity
naked bodies with blue acrylic—
& unsheathing glass from our shoulders for weeks—
Or triangulating vacant bottles
It’s just we desperately need you
And thru days when alarm clocks blind us,
we will keep trying to discover
something worth healing.