Wednesday, 20 April 2016

1 Poem by John M. Gist

Worlding

Round world renders triangles—
Sum of angles once absolute—
Obsolete. 

Euclid fancied an Alexandrian nightmare;
Descartes’ beloved ontology:
The divinity of 180 0 

Father, Son,
And Holy
Ghost. 

Before God was reduced to reason
Jesus worlded round tears bloody. 


Bionote

John M. Gist's writing has appeared in publications such as the Dr. T.J Eckleburg Review, Superstition Review, Galway Review, Gravel, Pithead Chapel, Prick of the Spindle, Left Curve, Academic Questions, New Mexico Magazine and others. He was recently awarded runner-up in South Loop Review's 2014 National Essay Contest judged by David Shields and had been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He recently was named finalist in the 2015 Tucson Book Festival Literary Awards. With an M.F.A from the University of Alaska Fairbanks, he teaches creative writing at sunny Western New Mexico University. 

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