Infinite Light In The Kingdom Of The Blind. by John Sweet

I was the last good dream before

your boyfriend

stopped pulling his punches

we were blinding white light in

the snowstorm on easter sunday

the opposite of hope

the deepest part of the ocean and

                                             later

when every house was reduced to

mud and splintered bone

what could I do but

let you starve?

where could we run but

back to the

forests of our childhoods?

loved you even then and

even then it was already too late.

john sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living.  A believer in writing as catharsis.    Opposed to all organized religion and political parties.  His latest collections include APPROXIMATE WILDERNESS (2016 Flutter Press) and the limited edition chapbooks HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A BASTARD CHILD IN THE KINGDOM OF NIL (2018 Analog Submission Press).  All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.