Jason Fraley


Quiet.  The jet's low after-echo, sound
of the universe collapsing.  The horizon bows,
unable to support the additional weight.

Starlings interrupt their flights for the lowest
power lines.  The ocean drains
into the chambers of hollow volcanoes.

Weathermen reinvent the myth of rain.
Scoliosis becomes the natural angle of the spine.
Finally, some admit the earth is flat in spots.

Jason Fraley works at an investment firm in West Virginia and is pursing his M.B.A. His wife and cat see him occasionally. He has been published in Redactions, Confluence, Whistling Shade, Words on Walls, Pebble Lake Review, and elsewhere.

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