ISSUE 6 · SPRING 2011
Reflections on an Alien Melon MICHAEL JONES Don’t chomp it, trying to prove that nothing can faze you. Nibble. Consider the flesh, the juice, in light of its glossy blackness, the fact that no one around has died from eating it. Allow it to take its place in you like a theory that you don’t know is a theory until you find yourself trying to paraphrase, trying to discover its truth in your mouth. |
Michael Jones teaches at Oakland High School in Oakland, CA; his students call him “Mike Jones” and ask him to rap Mike Jones lyrics, which he has yet to master. He can no longer hit his first son’s pitching. Poetry finds him in odd places, at odd moments, never convenient but always insistent. His work has appeared in Beloit Poetry Journal and elsewhere.