Friday, May 1, 2026

Jon Cone : Four poems

 

 

FORMED FAINTLY BY PENCIL STUB   

The love you gave was like a holy nectar
but I told only the hearing impaired
now that I am of their number
I appreciate how far the news has travelled

 

 

IN MODERN ACCOUNTANCY
4th Edition, by Williams and Keller
(New York: McMillan, 1972)

 

Hey Diane

I’ve no way of knowing
for sure
but if I were to hazard
a guess
I’d say either fire or rain or
fire and rain
and a beast having
several
heads!

Steve

 

 

DREAM

In my pocket, a white candy. Peppermint flavored.
In the morning, an urge to eat licorice.

 

 

THE IMAGINATION IS AN ANCIENT SCHOLAR
AT A DESK WITH ASTROLABE AND CANDLE
IN A BOOK-LINED CELL THE LION BY HIS FEET

The seven winds
advance
the seven birds
along
the map of
seven seas –
where beside
the compass rose
stands that stalwart fish –
LEVIATHAN!  

 

 

 

Jon Cone lives in Iowa City. He attended the University of Western Ontario and later Vermont College of Fine Arts. He has published widely, both in print and online. He formerly edited the international literary review World Letter (1991-1998).

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