| Preface to the Theory of Dreams by James Owens | ||
The storm honed its knives on the horizon. Lightning hacked the clouds, gutted our sky. Now we go out into a scrubbed evening where the old moon drops a new shine on the canal. This world is almost real —like the other. Think: shards glitter on the banks, drains whisper to their rats.
JAMES OWENS
lives in Northport, Alabama, where he is the editor of The Sow's Ear Poetry
Review. His poems have appeared in numerous literary journals, including recent
or upcoming publications in Adirondack Review, Now & Then, Wind, and The
Pedestal. |