Edward Peterson
About the Author Edward Peterson is an artist/poet. He lives in Lockport, IL and grows vegetables to feed his children and alien wife. His work has most recently appeared in After Hours and Reverly. Waking Jack Said Sophie to Jack, "Do you feel distant from your family?" & the answer shot "of course," and when the gun refrained Jack's mouth collapsed on gums, the way a week's decay makes the Jack-O-Lantern appear more human and frightening >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Fold up the faces Don the ritual smocks Pinch closed all the beaks Flock silent as raindrops Then, if you please, the speeches and finger foods freckled cubes of cheese. "Jack was so plump & round & I loved him from every angle. He was my march of time my most effective line. He was my helplessness, my fear. Queer how the snarl on his lip endeared right until the end & I have never grown a pie &...