by April Salzano
has its benefits and its pains.
Skewing perspective, shrinking
distance, increasing size.
A hideous thing cannot gain beauty
until we back up. Close,
it topples into the photoshop-blue sky.
Disjointed angles and perceptions zigzag
to invisible rooftop. Here,
we look up until we can only look away.
April Salzano teaches college writing in Pennsylvania and is working on her first several collections of poetry and an autobiographical novel on raising a child with Autism. Her work has appeared in Poetry Salzburg, Pyrokinection, Convergence, Ascent Aspirations, The Rainbow Rose, The Camel Saloon, The Applicant, The Mindful Word, Napalm and Novocain, Jellyfish Whispers, The South Townsville Micro Poetry Journal, The Weekender Magazine, Deadsnakes, Winemop, Daily Love, WIZ, Visceral Uterus, Crisis Chronicles and is forthcoming in Inclement, Poetry Quarterly, Decompression, Work to a Calm, Windmills and Bluestem.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Inside the Metallic House'
'Free-Runner Plots a Course (to the ER?)'
'Something For Everyone'