Tipton Poetry Journal
Hindsight Fantasy Andrew Hubbard When lightning stitches the afternoon sky, And thunder is a low, contemplative grumble And the autumn wind strips willing leaves Into a spinning free-fall, That is when I most want to be alone And not alone—talking in my mind With those I am close to Or was close at one time. I seek out places of peace—forest paths, And hold each memory like a lucky coin Turning it over and over, replaying history The way you replay an old favorite song. And often, if I have to tell the truth, I replay the story with facts slightly altered. I say what I thought of saying a year too late Or you have the gentle insight To hear what I meant, not what I said. And our circumstances are less convoluted. The stars, perhaps, better aligned To give us the chance It feels like we should have had.
Andrew Hubbard was born and raised in a coastal Maine fishing village. He earned degrees in English and Creative Writing from Dartmouth College and Columbia University, respectively. For most of his career he has worked as Director of Training for major financial institutions. He has had four prose books published, and his fifth and sixth books, collections of poetry, were published in 2014 and 2016 by Interactive Press. He is a casual student of cooking and wine, a former martial arts instructor and competitive weight lifter, a collector of edged weapons, and a licensed handgun instructor. He lives in rural Indiana with his family, two Siberian Huskies, and a demon cat.
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