Bio
Keith Nunes (Aotearoa-New Zealand) has had poetry, fiction, haiku and visuals published around the globe. He creates ethereal manifestations as a way of communicating with the outside world. Nunes writes when the light pings and the only voices to be heard are in his head. He's entertained by Kurt Vonnegut's hopes, Cole Swenson's descriptions, Lydia Davis's prose and Denis Johnson's heroines, and so on. He plans to evolve into a particle. He is currently related to Pessoa.
Keith Nunes
On their feet
Hunched dogs and cats creep away, birds fly high and higher,
The four walls are talking, Call ForHelp!
The bones of a house crack-ing,
Roads are being liquidated,
Liquefication turns the town square into a
Charcoal grey swimming pool,
A record is jumpingon a turntable,
A ballet class props in place, Waits,
Was that a scream or a Train coming off its tracks?
Vehicles TOOT madly,Stop in unison,
The entire city on their feet, l-u-r-c-h-i-n-g
Moving across the map, around the compass,
'This will be the day that I die'
The Don McLean record carries on from where
It jumped off.