Use Good Sense

posted Aug 4, 2015


the summer of the blood mystery
will run from conception to gunshot-

flensing the pines for turpentine

to paint the moon


a trick bag for every breath


to put us in touch with things too touchy to name


& will remain-


gunning down the last wild boar,

exhuming Catullus


& when the devil beats his wife

shakes down the black figs


in low-slung


Jonathan Railey's written work has appeared in Flagpole, Figdust, and The Owls. A psychotherapist and social justice advocate, he holds master's degrees from Naropa University and the Iowa Writers Workshop.

Jonathan currently resides in Asheville, North Carolina.

Railey’s poem “Song For My Father (1964)” also appears in this issue.