Poetry - Issue 09 | May 2010

Three poems by S. Thomas Summers

Big and Bad

I believe in lurking, in weaving through shadow
near gingerbread houses where chubby children
stain their faces with fudge and candied yams.
I’ve begun to salivate when I smell frightened pork
and have assessed the power of my lungs.
I’ve developed a disdain for sunlight
and for grizzled hunters – their plaid shirts,
broad shoulders, and knit hats. I don’t need to be seen,
only felt – a cold wind. I’ll crouch in the dark
beneath the hedge, waiting until you notice
moonlight pooled in my eyes – a glint, then it’s done.

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About the author

S. Thomas Summers is a teacher of literature and writing at Wayne Hills High School in Wayne, NJ and an English professor at Passaic County Community College in Wanaque, NJ.  He is the author of two chapbooks: Death Settled Well and Rather, It Should Shine. Summers’s poetry has also appeared in 2River View, The Pedestal Magazine, and Triggerfish Critical Review. His poem, A Fall from Grace won the IBPC 2009 poem of the year. Visit him where he breathes and blogs.

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