Force of Nature
Numerology
Jeffry Park
Jeffry Park
Like some anthropomorphic titan of antiquity he laughs into the face of the hurricane, bends, buckles and twists his massive shoulders against the hammering force of the Coriolis-born wind. And he tracks the approach of the trembler and when it comes, meets it with bared teeth and fingers curled into scythes, barely aware of the fast-skittering tornadoes that lace along the ridge of his spine. And he casts himself, limbs spread wide, into the tsunami, battles against the suck and drag, waits for the water to exhaust itself at last and draw back from the sandy seabed beneath, leaving fish to flop around in distress. He grunts dismissively as droughts, famines, multiple plagues of rats, bats, lice and locusts scurry over his frame; spits defiance at greenhouse effects, pandemics, nuclear fallout, cosmic rays, chains of supernovae. Unstoppable, indestructible, hurling asteroids and planet-smashing comets lightly aside, he prowls on through great brooding clouds of dark matter and darker energies, leaving only a faint trail of distinctly masculine pheromones to mark the ferocity of his passage.
Into the Wind Jeffry Park
Spit into the wind and it’ll come right back and smack you in the face. Spit into the wind and the wind spits right in your eye. Suck down, draw back up, roll it, work it, knead it, feel the pressure build – Spit into the wind and you’ll end up coating your cheeks with your own saliva. So why is it exactly that people tell you not to do it?
Happened again when I wasn’t expecting it. Twice. And again this morning, a few minutes after I finished my breakfast while I was making myself another cup of decaffeinated coffee. And just now, and it’s only a bit past 11:00 a.m. Oh. And just now. And now. Jesus, Joseph and Mary, what… couldn’t I just… Whoa… Never mind. Could be worse. Could have happened while I was thinking of you.
Author Bio: Jeffrey Park was born in Baltimore, now lives in Munich, Germany. Within walking distance of a Biergarten, which is very convenient. Doesn't lend money, not to anyone, not ever. Writes poetry, in a lackadaisically intense sort of way. Links to published work at www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com.