This map proclaims that I am here
When here’s not where I want to be.
I’ve made my wishes very clear
But it insists that I am here.
I truly think I should be near
A place that only minds can see.
This map insists that I am here
When here’s not where I ought to be.
About the author
John Byrne is an American-Irish citizen, and currently lives in Oregon. His short stories and poems have been published most recently in Centrifugal Eye,…Read the full bio
Issue 07 · November 2009
Table of contents
- From the editors
- This Map
- South Africa
- My Friends, the Bees
- Properties of Place
- A Song for Departures
- Senora Filo’s Washing Machine
- The Lean Season
- Two poems by MaryAnn Franta Moenck
- Allensworth, California
- At a Poetry Reading in the Swiss Alps, Joachim Sartorius Speaks of Tunis
- Any Ghost Town West of Omaha
- Touring Shenandoah with My Husband
- Postcard Prose
- Travel Notes