A Brief History of Solar Flares
Science and the high courts may conspire to prove that fire hooks jutting from the sun are less fun to think about than Jesus trudging through the frozen tundra to lay hands upon some as of yet undiscovered snow creature. The epistemic tides will surely change. Until then, each and every human fascination will be lit from above, subject to the sun’s as of yet undiscovered rhythms.
A Brief History of Genetics
Not all genetic mutations are adaptive. The city wanes and waxes, and while it’s true that each new generation lives a little more contently above its Main Street shops, within this same urban societal subset, there is a rise in the number of individuals who, try as they will, cannot recognize in their own clothing that which others would deem “too weird, too inappropriate” to wear to court. Each sunset splatters its hot pink DNA against the clouds after securing its dominant genes within tomorrow’s clear, jelly ovum. The old man outside the courthouse misses his parents. He misses days gone by. The orphan gene recedes, but it always beats the odds.
Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three recent chapbooks: Set List (Bitchin Kitsch,) In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All (both Cruel Garters Press.) His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit and Cloudbank