The Poet Goes to Work by Seth Jani

You come home to a table,
A glass of whiskey,
And the windiness of poems
Blowing through your body.

You light your room
With a small musical star
Plucked from the measly
Heavens of the heart.

You cannot tame one good word
As you travel the forest
Of wild graces,
And after a whole night

Of blank white pages,
All you have is an upset stomach,
A pounding head,
A dizzying allergy to light.

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Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress ( His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at

Photo credit: Kae Sable


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