By Richard N. Bentley

My love is a house on fire

burning into my temper.


She closes her eyes

and hears the blaze rage,

and the rooftop crackle.


She lifts her empty spoon

From the high chair

To catch the embers.


She came from far away, trillions of light years away,

Before her birth sent her crashing into our kitchen like a comet.

She cannot close her eyes at night for looking.


Whose dream, whose child, whose astonishment?

Whose mnemonic flash?

Eternity is endless even in a universe so young.


Dick Bentley’s books, Post-Freudian Dreaming and A General Theory of Desire, are available at Amazon & Powell’s. He’s a Pushcart Prize nominee, and won the Paris Review/Paris Writers Workshop International Fiction Award. He has published over 200 works of fiction, poetry and memoir in Literary Magazines and Quarterlies in the US, the UK, France, Canada and Brazil. His next book will be titled All Rise. The cover features a picture of an unshaven Chief Justice Roberts with holes in his judicial robe, mud all over his face, and a swarm of fleas and gnats circling his head.  In the background, by contrast, are Botticelli’s Venus Rising from the Half Shell, helium balloons, a rising sun, and lots of butterflies. Check out his website He loves hearing from readers. 413-256-0240 

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