One Poem by Felix Purat

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.


Birds scour the warzone
And the drunken deer-demon
Oversees direct command

Wolves howl among the Xs –
Molecular barbed wire shuns
Lightness and darkness alike

A quick glance at the bottle:
There’s no whiskey left
No sustenance of any kind

The deer-demon hesitates:
Only some drink-o-glyphs exist and
Already the inspiration dissipates

Three shadows watch from
The bottle’s dried interior: together
They commence the fluctuations of chaos


Felix hails from Berkeley, CA but lives in the Czech Republic and travels frequently. In addition to three micro-chapbooks (all published by the Origami Poems Project), Felix has been published in numerous outlets and magazines and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His webpage is:

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