This Saturday Write with Victor D. Infante and G. Murray Thomas
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Poems by Our Features
“Tracy Chapman,” (1988) The Columbia Record club sent this by mistake, and I failed to return it. Fast Car is on the radio constantly, so ubiquitous as to be invisible. One day, I put it in my walkman, just to listen. The cassette still smelled like plastic. I left it on in the background as I did my homework, but soon, I was overwhelmed by the awareness of poverty. She and I are in no way similar, and her poverty is not my poverty, but I forged a bond with her need to escape, and its impossibility. Sobbed for hours. I told no one. I
promised myself to leave as quickly as I could. Didn’t know where I was going. Didn’t know exactly what I was running from.
by Victor D. Infante
Excerpt from “Portrait of an Adolescence in Record Reviews”
Butterflies and Bridges
I sit on a railroad bridge
watching the flowers on the riverbank
turn into butterflies.
They flutter in and out of existence
like elementary particles
described in books
of cosmic physics.
The background—
a field of energy, a field of flowers—
briefly coalesces
into a muon, a pion, a butterfly
and then dissolves back into
if original field.
I sit on a bridge
which crosses from reality
to a place where
butterflies become flowers
and back again,
and it looks no different
from where I am.
The rails beneath me
are real.
But beneath them?
How real are those
pions and muons and protons
which become matter,
metal,
rails?
The rails meet
at the point of infinity
and it is just down the tracks
on the other side of the bridge.
I can see it!
I could walk there,
except I’m too busy watching butterflies.
I want to watch them forever.
I want to catch one.
Not to own it,
but only so I can say
“This butterfly
right here
right now
is real.”
by G. Murray Thomas, published in Silver Birch Press



TR Poulson shares this piece she just had published in Radar. https://www.radarpoetry.com/legend
I am still so thrilled that I have 4 poems in Eclectica. Enjoy here. https://www.eclectica.org/v30n1/haefner.html