Selected by Guest Editor Gabrielle Brant Freeman
Followed by Bio and Q&A
At any given moment,
our minds fill with visitors
seen through a film of blurred
years, flimsy and restless shapes
arriving when we should have been
doing who knows what—and does it
matter to anyone but you how she
stepped from a steamy shower,
ratted her hair with a towel,
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David Salner has worked as iron ore miner, steelworker, machinist, bus driver, cab driver, longshoreman, teacher, baseball usher, and librarian. He was a telephone solicitor for 24 hours. His writing appears in recent issues of Threepenny Review, Salmagundi, River Styx, Beloit Poetry Journal, North American Review, Nashville Review, as well as Prime Number and many other magazines. His third book is Blue Morning Light (2016, Pond Road Press), which features poems on the paintings of American artist George Bellows. He lives in Frederick, Maryland, with his wife Barbara Greenway. www.DSalner.wix.com/salner
This little poem is about how images are stored in memory and are both fleeting and enduring. It’s entirely transparent.
What is your favorite dietary pleasure?
Gin, not only because it was one of the chief sins of the 19th century English working class.
You’ve just discovered a new planet. What are you going to name it?
Maybe to name one after an unjustly incarcerated man, Leonard Peltier; and the other planet could be named for a victim of police killing, Freddie Gray. Unfortunately, we’d never run out of namesif we saluted a victim of police killing each time a new planet was discovered.
Which is your favorite season: Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall?
For the most part summer because it’s warm and I can go swimming and fishing; however if I lived in Arizona or Florida I’m sure it would be winter.