Stephen Morehead — The Monarch Review
Somebody Might See You Standing There – Stephen Morehead
Tuesday, January 28, 2014 12:33 — 9 Comments
Here’s the reason why the top of the mug is a circle: Because every time you take a sip of coffee, it centers you. It brings you back to one spot. The epicenter. The dot in the middle of the page of math homework where lines intersect. It’s the ganglion that allows us to bow our head and bring ourselves together before the nerve tendrils relax and uncurl out to our surroundings and, from there, into the world. That’s why, at the cafe inside the hospital where I work, I drink coffee all day long—because working customer service to several […]
The Zaftig Ecdysiast – Stephen Morehead
Monday, August 13, 2012 21:39 — 2 Comments
Grandfather’s Bones are turning to poppy and stone.
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
