Samuel Ace


I thought I had a soldier’s place but it was a figment signature   hardly a support for this body   no more delirium than red-lipped and blushed   not even a drowning   a hanging   an iron boot   it was time to cash out (or start over fluted)   my small man magnificent   a soldier’s agreement in loyalty   my standing up had everything not to do with futures   the amusement only a fraction of towns and carnivals   a fraction of paint   a future of redemptions so tiny and piled I had trouble seeing them

Samuel Ace is the author of three collections of poetry: Normal Sex, Home in three days. Don’t wash., and most recently Stealth, co-authored with Maureen Seaton (Chax Press). He lives in Tucson, AZ and Truth or Consequences, NM. A current interview can be found here: or here:

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