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Jeff Walt was born in 1967 and raised in rural Pennsylvania among a community of coal miners, brick layers, and railroad workers.  His chapbook, Soot, was awarded co-winner of the Keystone Chapbook Prize and published in 2010 by Seven Kitchens Press. He’s been awarded writing residencies from The MacDowell Colony, The Djerassi Resident Artist Program, The Vermont Studio Center, the Fairhope Center for the Writing Arts, and Kalani Eco-village on the Big Island of Hawaii.  His poems have appeared in journals such as Los Angeles Review, Alligator Juniper, The Sun, Connecticut Review, Inkwell, New Millennium Writings, The Good Men Project, Harpur Palate, Cream City Review, FugueThe Ledge, and Slipstream.  Several poems from Soot were selected and scored by composer David Sisco and performed at Carnegie Hall on November 14, 2014.  Lastly, a poem was selected by Broadside Press for a professionally designed broadside collaboration that was made available for download and available for vectoring in August 2016. www.jeffwalt.com

 

 

 

 

Prince Charming After Bankruptcy and Divorce

 

 

I was all right ‘till I met you.
--Bob Dylan

 

Cindy, it’s not the Justice of the Peace I see in front of me
as the Wedding March starts, or the guests
dressed in leather and drag, but that tiny
apartment we shared on Pearl Street after losing
everything:  the bed shoved up against the broken stove;
a shower the size of a telephone booth; the rusted refrigerator
groaning; noise from the street jangling
through the two rooms.  Both of us making minimum
wage in jobs we hated.  I see the night we burned
incense and, vowing never to give up, built our dream
castle out of magazine clippings to remind us
of where we were going, like the self-help book suggested. 
Nights of too much wine and fighting: whose turn
to take out the trash? Where were you? and Why
did you look at her that way? Fists, broken glass, blood,
black & blue years of trying.  Friends now, forgiveness
a lost charm found.  As I walk you down the aisle, I pause
for a moment to hold you and press your hand
firmly in Snow White’s.  I give you away, keeping
the glass slipper that never fit
perfectly anyway.

 

 

©2017 Jeff Walt

 

 

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