Issue 30, Remnants

3 Poems

by S. Asher Sund • • Issue 18 • 03.01.2009

You Are Here

You get lost looking for the sign that says You Are Here.

As the good Girl or Boy Scout that you are (or suddenly wish that you were), you think to stay calm and to remain stationary, just in case somebody comes out looking for you as of course they will, eventually, this is what you think or sometimes say to yourself (or write in your journal: they’ll come looking, they will), until it gets completely dark and only a distant fire can be seen, flickering on some ridge, accompanied by a soundtrack with strings.

After the fire dies out, a moon appears, in real-time, which takes years.

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S. Asher Sund

S. Asher Sund

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S. Asher Sund has been published in Margie, the Mississippi Review, The Briar Cliff Review, Juked, Hiss Quarterly, caesura (journal for Poetry Center San Jose), and many other journals and magazines. In 2005, he won first place in the Margie Best Poem Contest, judged by Joyce Carol Oates, and in 2006, he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He lives in Ventura, California, where he writes and produces music with Andi Starr (www.andistarr.com). Photo by Michael Demkowicz.