J.J. STEINFELD
The Rusty Toque | Issue 4 | Poetry | February 15, 2013
TWO BEWILDERED ELEPHANTS COLLIDINGThe photographer collapsed as his camera from another age floated upward slowly like a bird that has not yet learned fear or evasive movements. No one standing in the vicinity (and there were hundreds even though I stopped counting at seventy-five) knew what the photographer had photographed or why he was now on the sidewalk testimony to abstraction and defeat or worse. Then there was a loud sound two bewildered elephants colliding followed by recriminations and cursing that made all the humans blush and not one questioned why the larger of the two colliding elephants had perfect diction and the other a camera wrapped in its trunk that was worth ten times the fallen photographer’s now forgotten camera. I never knew this street corner to be so eventful or busy but the world does seem to be twisting into new shapes and directions climate change or manipulation by higher intelligences from other galaxies I’m not sure exactly what but I’ll leave the theorizing to the high-paid scientists and twice-blessed prophets. |
Poet, fiction writer, and playwright J. J. STEINFELD lives on Prince Edward Island, where he is patiently waiting for Godot’s arrival and a phone call from Kafka. While waiting, he has published fourteen books, including Anton Chekhov Was Never in Charlottetown (Stories, Gaspereau Press), Would You Hide Me? (Stories, Gaspereau Press), An Affection for Precipices (Poetry, Serengeti Press), Misshapenness (Poetry, Ekstasis Editions), and A Glass Shard and Memory (Stories, Recliner Books). More than 300 of his short stories and nearly 600 poems have appeared in anthologies and periodicals internationally, and over forty of his one-act plays and a handful of full-length plays have been performed in Canada and the United States.
