Issue No. 2, Autumn 2012

And Into the Cornfield He Disappeared Out of Their Sight
Victor Florence

We found my grandfather’s jawbone
in a cornfield just about fifty miles
north of Carbondale. It was half-buried
next to a quarter-sized fiddle without
a back. My father spat and picked up
the bone and rubbed his calloused thumb
along the teeth. The stalks breathed
July against my navel and the tall
thunderstorm clouds moved south towards
the highway, flashing every now and then
like notes beneath a crooked bow.


Victor Florence is a Tampa based poet.
He graduated from the University of South Florida with a B.A. in English.