July 21–27, 2008: Scott Ferry and Nick DeFazio

week of July 21-27, 2008

Scott Ferry and Nick DeFazio

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Scott Ferry
ferry.scott@gmail.com

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Scott Ferry lives in Huntington Beach with his girlfriend Molly and is studying to be an RN He hopes he will not have to catheterize you any time soon.

The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Scott Ferry nd may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Santiago
 
The Santa Ana winds make radio commercials
transparent as the fires pour like silk over the hills  
It’s not safe to build houses in the dry country
when the salespeople are made of wind
 
and the inside of their mouths blow sound
through the helicopter turbulence  
Can’t stay here, it’s all going up,
and who started this God or man or
 
nature?  Nothing will stop it, the water
turns to steam before it hits the flames
 
and all the people talking to make it stop
or praying or spitting on the ground  
Nothing can sell this now, this California,
where everything is in its place, even in the fire:
 
the money and the sprinklers on the black lawn Just hope that all of us can get out before
 
the smoke turns us speechless, before
all the others already begin to forget
 
we live in the physical world.  The gas station
just blew up, the one we needed to get out of here  
But the sun sets beautifully into the bright
cinders and the fences are coming down  
We expect to be brought up to the light
when the fire burns through our sentences  
We expect to be cared for and not have to move
when our bodies are gone.


listen
 
blinds are drawn
but the sun interjects  
and the wind coughs
 
she sleeps, and for good reason
the demands of the dialect are exhausting
and medical school is harder than memorizing
how to react to the news, the way we are
supposed to forget when we are lied to
 
slowly and over time
the defenses get slower
and resin sets up in our teeth
don’t read this before it is done
don’t pretend to know what is next
 
when faking it
the lighting should be more flattering
on the misnomers
 
when talking
the way to cheat
is by snoring on the minutia
 
but reporting this could cause an infection
remember to flush fluids twice daily through the books
the winds will sigh when the money exits
 
to really hear it
light small arteries from inside the clock
tumble in the batteries
breathe without moving
 
please listen
 
corneal removal is the best way to see the damage
and pretending not to hear
is the best medicine
 
but sleeping, my love,
is better still

Nick DeFazio
Nick.DeFazio@otterbein.edu

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Residing in Westerville, Ohio, I have recently graduated from Otterbein College and received a Bachelor’s degree in English and Psychology I plan on attending graduate school in Psychology.

The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Nick DeFazio and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

And the Sun Must Shine on the First of April

Every person at a park
Like young insects spreading from their birth
Chooses a different winding trail

(while)

Infants ride the backs of mothers
Nodding off
Lips sucking at the sun
Trying to taste their baptism

(while)

Old men fish the lake
As manmade as their grandchildren
But they tell them not to stand too close
Or a shark will drag them in

(while)

My kitten stares out his window
But not even a squirrel passes by
To mock his enclosure
And I do not want him to think
His nose and ears and claws are dispensable
My alarm clock opens the eyes of all
And so I walk outside and past his window
Pretending not to see him
And maybe he sees me as a conqueror
Thinking someday I will plant him in the grass
So that his world can grow into infinity
I will paint the background to his portrait
Knowing boundaries must be extended
So that butterflies can be followed for miles
Just to find out where they go.