Saturday, June 8, 2019

Film Noir. by Jonathan K. Rice



The women,
sleek blondes
with dark full lips

smoke
cigarettes
in dingy rooms

or extravagant
nightclubs.

They meet
dashing men
in tuxedos
or dusty
rough drifters,

looking
to sweep
them
off their feet,

make love
to them
before
breaking
their hearts.

Scenes fade in
and out.

There’s always
smoke,

always a cigarette.






Jonathan K. Rice edited Iodine Poetry Journal for seventeen years. He is the author of two full-length poetry collections, Killing Time (2015), Ukulele and Other Poems (2006) and a chapbook, Shooting Pool with a Cellist (2003), all published by Main Street Rag Publishing. He is also a visual artist. His poetry and art have appeared in numerous publications, including Diaphanous, Empty Mirror, Eunoia Review, Gargoyle, Harbor Review
Magazine, Inflectionist Review, Mad Swirl, The Main Street RagPlum Tree Tavern, Redheaded Stepchild, South Florida Poetry Journal, Wild Goose Poetry Review and the anthologies, Hand in Hand: Poets Respond to Race and The Southern Poetry Anthology VII: North Carolina. Poetry is forthcoming in As It Ought To Be, First Literary Review-East and San Pedro River Review.

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