FrontRow Lit

’242′ is Dr. Marc Latham’s second poetry collection, after the first one was published by Chipmunka in 2009. The first collection contained poems written by Marc from his youth to the creation of the Folding Mirror form, while this book focuses on the FM form recognised by Lewis Turco in his definitive ‘The Book of [...]

He loved the contoured grips, Streamers like blue flames Shooting from a jet’s engine When he kicked into high speed, A perfect fit in his hands, And he never let go. Other boys would, Hands at their sides Or stretched out like wings Soaring into space. He thought they were brave and free, But reckless. [...]

One by one a few dying leaves let go from what just weeks before was golden sun-splashed yellow glory. A small bare branch tapped against his classroom window, not so much from the cold wind as to get his attention. He was thinking about his students, the Sweet Birch tree, and hues he could not [...]

As I’m driving to the store, I see something in the middle of the road. I flash the high-beams. It looks up; its eyes flash unearthly blue. Even through the high-beams, it sees me too, clean through me. I can feel it. I wonder what it sees? Is it surprised, relieved? It darts away into [...]

Early this morning, long before my family wakes up, I sit on the porch watching the rain. My thoughts are with me out on the porch. Like children, they take my hand and take me back to the coast of Northern Ireland, where I spent so much time gazing at gray sea in cold driving [...]

Inside the damn dark room Everyone waited for the celebration to end The masters gathered in the front The only ones wanting to celebrate. Those foolish grins on their faces. The rest were tired Computer screens had burned their eyes High gray cubicle walls surrounding them They have long forgotten of the world outside. Their [...]

Farewell to Hair is one of many poems featured in the award winning Cancer Poetry Project anthology.  New submissions are currently being accepted at http://www.cancerpoetryproject.com/guidelines.html I stood outside on a windy day and ran my fingers through my hair. Long strands of silky threads blew across the lawn. They glistened in the sun, too many [...]