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BRAG NO. 1 AND SUMMER NO. 1

two poems by

Ian Christopher Hooper



Brag No. 1

Dreamt of snow in Mexico,
cathedrals in Montana,
the spirit of the wind invisible, moving
above the cold pines
(this while living in a small Welsh mining town).

Rome: touched the face of Caesar when a museum guard looked away.
Nagasaki: bought a leather jacket in the market, black, jean-cut.
Hong Kong: slept on clean, white sheets.

Flew backwards against the curve of the night,
through the gates of Airportlandia, city of perfume,
duty-free cigarettes,
and whiskey bottles
shimmering golden-honeyed in the sun.
(As the poet Mehrhoff says, it's over and over again through the fields
of
paradise...)

Home at last, I slept a million years in this landlocked bed,
unpacked nothing,
dreamt of continents sinking under the fat wings of jumbo jets.


Summer No. 1
Summer, a sweet narcotic, with
cottonwoods breathed in like so much smoke
through a hookah pipe.
School's out, and behind the veil of June and July
are swimming pools glimpsed- but never visited nearly enough-
before the annual trip to rehab
in the fall.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Ian Christopher Hooper spent the last decade living in Wales, Mexico, and Korea, but is currently shushing people as a school librarian in Colorado. His fiction and poetry have appeared in the Mississippi Review, Web del Sol's In Posse Review, Snow Monkey, and Eleven Bulls, among others. In his spare time, he edits poetry for the Zacatecas Review at zacatecas.org.




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