June Journal: Friday, June 7, 2013

The low pitched sonic boom of all-night
rain burrows through caverns of black. Black
woods. Black yards. Black clouds. Black sky. It flings
its bottomless pocket of marbles
down onto the deck. And the roof. From
both ends, its flashfloods flood the street in
raging runaways. They converge in
cascades at the bridge’s wall. They spout
into the black stream and mount the black
banks. Like pale spots of fleeting time—from
time to time—the clouds flicker and pulse.  
The flickers—from time to time—grumble.
The blackboard sky wipes its slate. Black clouds. Black
yards. Black woods. Low pitched boom. Black rain.



About the Author: Don Mager’s chapbooks and volumes are To Track The Wounded one, Glosses, That Which is Owed to Death, Borderings, Good Turns, The Elegance of the Ungraspable, Birth Daybook, Drive Time, Russian Riffs. He is retired and was Mott University Professor of English at Johnson C. Smith University where is also served as Dean of the College of Arts and letters. As well as a number of scholarly articles, he has published over 200 poems and translations from German, Czech and Russian. In the 1970s he published articles and review on Gay Liberation. He lives in Charlotte, NC with his partner of 36 years. They have three sons and two granddaughters.