Enter the squid: whose gooey strips may be the first shock of mammal hair. And his song seems to be a song you can hang a nail on. But what could be more tired and needing rest than such one-pointed stubbornness?
All the lower energies appear faintly intrigued by this phenomenon, but the kalamari only blows smoke in the aural aura.
Milling about, Third Eye on holiday breaks out in alphabets for which there are no longer readers.
Forgotten cultures and teenage daydreams mix it up in the King’s halo — which is but a shell fragment of the proverbial acorn.
Just a chip, but oaken.
Feast on the curves, then spirals, squares, and flip ends of further communication.
In turn, flip the narrative to its obsolete side — the start-over side.
Ivars Balkits prose poems have been published in such small magazines as Grasslands Review, Sonoma Mandala, The Prose Poem (2x), New York Quarterly, Sphere, 171/2 Magazine, Even My Dog Doesn’t Want This War, etc. Several poems were selected for anthologies, including: A Measured Response (Pecan Grove Press), Smashing Icons (Curious Rooms), and I Have My Own Name for It: Modern Poems of Ohio (University of Akron Press). Ivars was recipient of a 1999 Individual Artist Fellowship from the Ohio Arts Council. He has written and occasionally performs a dramatic monologue on labor history and coal mining in the Hocking Valley, titled: Albert Guess: Terror of the Valley. Most recently he completed a full-length play with the same theme but more characters and a broader look at the 19th century industrial union known as The Knights of Labor. He resides currently in Crete, Greece, but lived the past 15 years in Athens, Ohio. His story, Sub, was nominated for The Donald Murray Prize and The Best American Short Stories.