A Mystery
David James

March 23, 2016


“the young wives who have been pregnant for thirty hours”
from “Gentlemen Without Company,” Pablo Neruda

with the memory of flesh
on the tip of their brains
they eat and drink
like nothing happened
caught up in another day

the world moves slowly away
from their childhood dreams
and blooms inside of them
one cell into five, five into a hundred
a thousand more by sunset

they smile
at a cardinal with a blue feather in its beak
and have no idea
why


David James third book, My Torn Dance Card, was published in 2015 by FCNI Press. His second book, She Dances Like Mussolini, won the 2010 Next Generation Indie book award for poetry. More than thirty of his one-act plays have been produced from New York City to California.

What motivates him to create:
I write primarily to reflect, question, understand, wonder, and make sense of what is  happening around me.  Most poems have some personal thread or link in them, but others wander a bit into unknown territory; this is where the questioning and imagining happen in poetry. What does it feel like to die?  I can’t know that yet, but I can try to imagine and write about it. Poetry is always expanding my views, my perceptions, my ideas and, hence, my world. In the ideal situation, I want to create poems that muck around in the personal and then slip away quietly, effortlessly into the unknown, taking me (and the reader) into places I never thought I could go.