magic

life becomes tolerable
moment by moment
it won’t ever be acceptable
in analysis

life won’t ever add up
to any magic number
it won’t hold in retrospect
it won’t measure up
to any ideal

life falls apart
then regroups
life is never the same
always changes and

cannot be predicted
by forecast or made
meaningful

no
life is unkempt
windblown
bedraggled

life will not love you only
you may love life
for the moment
you are lucky
to exist

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BOOK REVIEW

Book Review

Indestructible & Other PoemsIndestructible & Other Poems by Kristy Rulebreaker
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Indestructible is Kristy’s sophomore effort as an indie author and poet. She is beloved for her contributions to social media circles, particularly the poets of ‘G+’ If you follow closely, you can see her evolution. She is experimenting with form and verse in interesting ways. I feel as though I am walking through life with her, and it is not sugar-coated. I appreciate her honesty. “The sun is posing but I don’t have enough tears to cry for a sunny day that does not warm the heart” she says. In other verses, she gives us a fresh take on the gap between rich and poor. You almost feel as though justice has already been served: “I couldn’t buy calm nights with my soul bright as lighter, I couldn’t buy clean days with my heart as cotton tender.” There is exciting talk about nature, and dreaming about nature overrunning the unnatural world and reclaiming it. In her poem “The wind has lost his mind” she personifies nature well to describe her grief. Her expressions are often spare and crystal clear. She opens windows into relationships and little loves of her life. I really love her work. She beckons me to the living of an authentic sorta life. The one and only way to live.

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The fabric of life
a dust-colored thread

i will now hug you
so hard (your hat falls off)
while tickling the
backs of your
knees

archived emails with
comet tails (uncomfortably)
we watch them
disappear

entire social contexts
gone awry
(and)
the way you know i know ya
is textured like granola

and guns
and sons
of guns

cannot unravel
what we’ve come to love
about (our fair maiden)
weave city

sewn back together the
ends of days and
carefully self-placed in bed

head at the foot
foot at the head

eye of needle sees
the thread and
closes ranks

send in the dreams the
fortified milk the
hormone replacements
the fortified tanks

I might pull too quickly away
vacuuming the room to
do the dishes

dreamer
do the dishes dreamer
do the dishes

the track switcher the track
switches having seen your face
in my reflection

god i love to dream
with you about you of the tail end
of dreams where we
(begin)

(again)
your lips on my earlobe
untying the knots of a world
without touch

the blush of a crush
on the plush

mile high pile
the dust-colored fabric
of life

too fuckin’ bad to be
without a studio

you coulda
got it all
down

radio

a poet is not a songbird
aloft in dreamcoat
colors

a poet
cannot be silenced
neither

a poet is caught in a
generic plastic box

unadorned
undusted

telling time by
a cheap clock and
who cares the time is wrong

gnarled wire cut up
stragglin’ behind

an empty hole for
square batteries

long since
outdated

half-chewed by cats
and dogs and stretched
from fallin’

past its
limit

gettin’ weak signal
so sensitive you
cannot hide

the
noise