Fury Palinode
By Thomas Mixon
Mayhem’s body’s undefined
& malleable & kind to us
reliant on its currents,
its fluctuating shapelessness.
We drift on a whim of a wing
& a prayer for full fields
below. Our chance encounters
bulge with sharp plasticity.
I sweep & then I’m swept
up by even larger gusts
& inconsistencies.
I’m not aware of any rage
behind the ends of days we cause
unairborne things to try and fly
away from. Varied outcomes
turbine toward us constantly.
It’s only mean if you inhabit
vessels we’re directed at,
bouncing feats of energy
we can’t expect to understand
our vague organization
& passive master plan.
About the Poet
Thomas Mixon is not Tom Mix, though sometimes composts his fan mail, or bulky offers for Current Resident, was called Tommy Tomato for years on the bus, and has poems in EVENT, San Pedro River Review, Channel, and elsewhere.
About the Artist
Justine Sczepczenski is a current student majoring in Illustration at Montserrat College of Art in her Sophomore year. In “Feeding Time” she illustrates a dramatic clash between a group of owls descending on their prey.