Losing Life

By John Harper

i’m collapsing into thinking only—
like everybody dreaming of themselves as someone
believes they can do
something about the menace
one day—

i’m terribly caught in dreaming;
watching myself embrace, less and less,
amazing branches
sliding in and out this
breathing shell of me—

i feel the door closed;
it claps closed every time my eyes, a touch, open;
i’m losing the difference
between dreaming and daylight;
it’s flickering—


Graduate of the Writer’s Workshop at Iowa, and with poetry published in literary journals like DIAGRAM, MID-AMERICAN POETRY REVIEW, CUTBANK, SPINNING JENNY and ZOLAND POETRY, John Harper was a highly advanced wanderer until he met his match; his ego placed him smack-dab into the hands of a reality he cannot run from; he vows to never revisit his older lives; he lives day by day, as a poet does—

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