Issue No. 19, Winter 2016

Day of Reckoning
Matt Morris

That morning, the sun didn’t
rise, so most of us
stayed in bed, teeth chattering
in the dark. Wouldn’t know how

long exactly, what
with the clocks all broken & time
itself pretty much
the same, but eventually

we laced up our boots tight, threw
an extra couple
logs on the fire, took a deep
breath, then another,

& went about our little
lives, business as usual.
You can’t hide your head
in the sand
, the mayor told

the town, because it’s
frozen solid
. Pointing to
heaven’s blank slate, he said, It’s
hard to understand

the gods. It’s even harder
someone in the crowd
interjected—to like them.
Thinking back, it may have been me.


Matt Morris has appeared in various magazines and anthologies, such as DMQ, 88, Hunger Mountain, New York Quarterly, Runes, and Utter. He has received multiple nominations for the Pushcart Prize as well as Best of the Net. Nearing Narcoma, his first book, won the Main Street Rag Poetry Award. Knut House Press recently released his latest collection, Walking in Chicago with a Suitcase in My Hand.