Suburban Dusk
One girl in a red dress leaves the shopping center with empty hands: and you believe in the future—you've seen a drop of blood flee from the luminous cells of a corpse.
But the sky slips a coin in the slot between two buildings. Lights go on. Distorted creatures appear. A car, like an angry heart, explodes.
And a vast erysipelas spreads over the hills. What can you do? Each night, the city becomes a butterfly, trembling in its oil.
Feature Date
- February 14, 2023
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- Editor's Choice
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- Dana Levin
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Copyright © 2023 by Bert Meyers.
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Bert Meyers was a self-taught lyric poet, picture framer, gilder, teacher, and rebel. He was born in Los Angeles in 1928 and died in 1979. Six books of his poetry were published in his lifetime and three posthumously. The most recent book is the upcoming “Bert Meyers: On the Life and Work of an American Master” to be published in the Spring of 2023 by Pleiades Press.
The website bertmeyers.com has more information on him with a selection of his poetry, essays about him, audio recordings, videos and more.
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