David E. Cowen

I just learned that Ellen Datlow has included The Madness of Empty Spaces in the Poetry Journal and Chapbook section of Best Horror of the Year, calling it "a fine collection." https://books.google.com/books?id=XmcFBgAAQBAJ&pg=PT34&lpg=PT34&dq=david+e.+cowen+madness+of+empty+spaces&source=bl&ots=yL9aOls5m7&sig=dS9wb0Mp1HbZTbUadw1R5WwenlY&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CFsQ6AEwDWoVChMIzq_B18v7xgIVEEuICh0-yQRt#v=onepage&q=david%20e.%20cowen%20madness%20of%20empty%20spaces&f=false #poetry #poe

here is the dawn of dreams when the dogs wake to the stretch of light reddening lazily in swelling clouds this is the empty lane waiting for the oil splattered cars to stir their rubber feet and prod onto the painted asphalt stretching beyond view here is the dawn of dreams the bank of america cash card dreams the playstation, xbox and HDTV dreams the swimming pools and chrome steel BBQ dreams dreams worth the dried dust of graveyard blood here is the street the American stre

before you forgot my name we argued over stupid things the best color of flames in the grill the placement of the second fork on the table the proper way to carve the Thanksgiving bird before you forgot my name we glared at each other me the thief of your daughter you the interloping commander always struggling with the overlap of who we insisted we must be and whom you insist we should be before you forgot my name you would grow frustrated with me that my response to your st

The eyes are the first thing Big golden things Adapted for their environment But those wide mouths Always opening to such wide darkness Cute though How they come up to the glass as I draw near I love to watch them feed as well Striking at their food But the cloudy air they must breathe No wonder we lose so many Only the few hardy ones returning to The smooth barrier that holds them in What a shame They do not have gills like me And do not taste the sweet waters that surround