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the poetry that matters

Greg Santos

Picture035.jpgGreg Santos was born and raised in Montreal. He has been featured in print and online publications, such as, McSweeney's, Matrix, and Feathertale. He had a broadside published by Impress in 2006, and had poetry featured on the “Poems of the Week” section of the Parliamentary Poet Laureate website. He co-edited the "Voce: Recorded Poems" DVD project for Palimpsest, Yale University's arts and literary journal. He lives in New Haven, CT and will be starting an MFA in Creative Writing at The New School in Fall 2007. Visit his frequently updated poetry and literary themed blog at http://moondoggy.blogspot.com/ and his website at http://gregsantos.mosaicglobe.com/.

Out of the blue

 

 

A man on a train was sitting quietly by his favorite window when a yellow davenport zoomed through the sky.

 

“Wow,” he said. “A flying sofa!” The old woman knitting mittens across from him was unfazed. “Peh,” she said. “Happens all the time. Nothing to get yourself worked up over.”

 

The man sunk into his seat. “Oh,” he said. “I suppose you’re right.” A lime green ottoman soon fluttered by. The man stood up, knocking his head against the metal racks.

 

“Keep it down sonnee,” the old woman said, her knitting needles clicking angrily. “Sorry, but an ottoman just flew by.”

 

“Well,” the old woman said gruffly. “That’s no reason to make such a racket.”

 

The man sat down again and said nothing as the train passed a flock of oxblood leather chesterfields perched on telephone wires.

 

“Good heavens,” the old woman exclaimed. “Antique chesterfields! Now there’s something you don’t see everyday…”

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