We are all in this Together (prose poem)

We are all in this Together

(from Prosthetic Amalgams)

It looks and feels like batter, thick yellowish, slightly lumpy. We are thrashing about trying to stay afloat. It is not easy even with the thickness of the slightly sweet substance we are in. There is a downward pull, a sucking like quicksand, but we fight. A child in a red jumper on the horizon is bobbing along. A black-haired woman somewhere behind me struggles and keeps dipping and emerging, gasping for air. Two teenagers to my left are oblivious as they play kissy-face. And now from above a whirring like a helicopter as the blades of the beaters descend.

Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/23/2015

Cow Town (prose poem)

Cow Town

(from Prosthetic Amalgams)

No bull. They were excluded by law. Only cows allowed. Yeah, it was sexist but they wanted their own way without all that snorting and stomping and posturing and my God the smell. So much better without them around. They each had their own loft arranged just the way they wanted it; some with pink frilly curtains and others with plain curtains made from feed sacks. They could have calves if wanted or not. Just a matter of artificial insemination and none of that bull on your back crap. It was a pleasant society, a serene society, a sober society with no bull.

Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/1/2015