09/19/2012

We hold stones
blore fire ants
wait for prophets to open hills
to talk in bracts & petals of thistle
& we labor to lissen.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

My three-year-old daughter, Elizabeth, has learned from her father that watching ants work is great entertainment. Now, she never hesitates to throw stones, to peer into the clay tunnels she opens, hoping to find the big ants with wings.

BIO:

Brent House is a native of Necaise, Mississippi, where he raised cattle and watermelons on his father’s farm. His chapbook, The Saw Year Prophecies, was published by Slash Pine Press. Currently he is a contributing editor for The Tusculum Review.
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