| Starkey Flythe, Jr., lives in North Augusta, South Carolina. He graduated from the University of the South in Sewanee, Tennessee, served with the U.S. Army in East Africa, and has taught school in South Carolina and Georgia. He was re-founding editor of The Saturday Evening Post in the 1980s, and won the University of Iowa Press award in 1989 for a collection of short stories, Lent: The Slow Fast. His book of poems Paying the Anesthesiologist was published by Ninety-Six Press in 1995. |
| Pieces of eight The goldfinches are in the sunflowers, excess feeding excess, won't wait for the seeds to dry, eat them alive. The sun, yellow, obese, falls behind the hay ricks where sulphur and honey meet, dry, sweet. August. Month of indulgence. Fire flies into you, winged carelessness, haze the color that goes with, burns off gold, the last of summer, stubble, chaff, lightning, the end we run from across the field, gold, everything gold, air, earth, flower, bird, the voice clear but low, pleading, Wait. **************Starkey Flythe, Jr., Copyright 2000 |