Fantasy Life: Poems
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Barbie’s retirement. Gambling fairies. Love sick giants. All this and more in a book of poems exploring the fantastic side of life. Unhindered by conventional notions of reality, Milosevic writes poems about monogamous house keys, the moon in his living room, the secret lives of telephones. Also: ghosts, angels, cosmic gluttons, Pegasus, Albert Einstein and Ray Harryhausen. Really.
Mario Milosevic
Mario Milosevic was born in a refugee camp in Italy, grew up in Canada, and holds a degree in philosophy and mathematics from the University of Waterloo. He now lives in the Pacific Northwest with his wife, fellow writer Kim Antieau. His poems, stories, and novels have appeared in many venues, both print and online.
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Fantasy Life - Mario Milosevic
In the Hall of Records
My odyssey through the hall of records
began with a sad encounter at the entrance.
The keeper at the gate saw my rags and
knew I was unable to pay the admittance fee.
He pulled rumpled paper money from his own
pocket and put it in the barrel and looked
at me with a kind of empty stare. He knew.
Inside the hall I found corridors crisscrossing
a vast chamber with ceilings
higher than the sky. The floor at my feet
was transparent and I could look down and
see more corridors on the floors beneath
me and everywhere people walking, people
running, some sobbing, and only a few of
them happy. Everything was written down
here, I had been told in the stories that
we heard from the time we were children.
Everything, every moment, every second.
In the hall of records I could find the
time to pursue the meaning of my life.
In the hall of records I put my head down
on the glass floor and I floated to sleep.
Where Did All the Porches Go
I’m guessing fairies
came in the night
somewhere about the mid
to late sixties
and erased them
from all the house plans.
They probably thought
we didn’t appreciate
these little incursions
into their realm,
and contractors are
not noted for defying
the magical folk.
Part house part yard,
porches were the twilight
portions of human houses.
They existed between worlds.
If you spent time in one
you’d never want to leave,
and fairies are stubborn.
They like their space.
Materialists Write
the Best Ghost Stories
because it scares them to think
they might be wrong
when they say reality
is a physical construct
unmarred by the vapors
of illusion that would corrode
the solidity of a life lived
by the rules of matter
not the whims of mind
that create the sleek
easy musings that come with
those smoky apparitions
curling up out of nothing
and crawling into your heart
stopping you with the beat
of a life unseen
there inside you holding on
soft iron grip
and old age of pulsing
quickening cold blood
projected like slow glass
dimming fading quiet
The Cloak of Death
Death left his cloak on a hook
by the front door. I hesitated
when I saw it, then took
it and ran after Death, who had sped
on his way, apparently pleased
to have completely and finally shed
himself of what must once have seized
his imagination with attractive morbid thoughts.
I never caught up with Death. He breezed
out of my life. Did he have the hots
for some raven-haired beauty unknown
to us mortals? Or was it lots
of loafing time, away from phone
and fax that made him abdicate
his long held troublesome throne?
Ah, well. His motives of late
have seemed arbitrary and odd
anyway. Perhaps he’s become irate
at having to maintain a facade
of calm calculating efficiency.
But now here I am with Death’s shod
hood and cape, a length of spun ebony,
the crisp uniform of the most
famous harvester in history.
Part of me wants to show it off, boast
to my friends about how Death left
his clothes and ran off to the coast.
But its dry scratchy peculiar heft
convinces me to cut it into squares
and give it to