Justin Karcher is the author of Tailgating at the Gates of Hell from Ghost City Press. Recent works have been published in 3:AM Magazine, Zombie Logic Review, Devise Literary, The Honest Ulsterman, The Literateur and more. He is the editor-in-chief of Ghost City Review. His most recent play, When the Skeletons in Our Closets Choke on Candy Corn, premiered in October at The Players Theatre in New York City. He is the winner of the 2015 Just Buffalo Literary Center members' writing competition. He tweets @Justin_Karcher.
1 poem by Justin Karcher
The Green Breast of the New World Is in Allentown
Tonight I was restless and went walking,
Looking for F. Scott Fitzgerald’s childhood home,
Because he lived on Irving Place as a boy
And because I wanted to talk to his memory
About the fresh, green breast of the new world.
I found the place and stared at it for a while.
After about two cigarettes, I grew even more restless
And decided to build a boat out of other men’s eyes.
I sailed across an ocean looking for things
That only I could see. There was nothing but driftwood
And the faint sounds of jazz
Emanating from underground galaxies. I sat
And listened until my restlessness
Found a home in my hand.