Wednesday, August 6, 2014

A poem from Stacy Post

Early Dreams of Telepathy
by Stacy Post

When you were eight-track
I was vinyl

When I was CD
you were cassette

strung out on a mixed tape
I couldn’t live without

but now
we’re both MP3

you say we can share a cloud
instead of direct downloads—

out-formatting me once again
It doesn’t matter really

how we share
the music

the songs of our connection
will outlast us, will synchronize

in the ethereal
our early dreams of telepathy

will come true



Bio: Stacy Post, a native Hoosier and librarian, resides in the heartland with her adorable family. A Pushcart Prize nominee for short fiction, her stories have appeared in Boston Literary Magazine, moonShine review, Fiction365, One Forty Fiction, Referential Magazine, Rose & Thorn Journal, WOW! Women on Writing and Every Day Fiction. Her poetry has appeared in Midwestern Gothic, Sleet Magazine, Kansas City Voices, 4 & 20 Poetry, Pearl, Iodine Poetry Journal, Referential Magazine, Every Day Poets and Skylark. Her poetry has ridden the bus rails in Tippecanoe County (Indiana) with their Words on the Go program. Her first poetry chapbook, Sudden Departures, was released in 2013 with Finishing Line Press.


1 comment:

aJenniferOriginal said...

Mom and I love it, excellent work Stacy!!