Two Poems by Beth Konkoski






Night Sky with Donald Trump

If I put him beneath a sky full

of stars, stood him without

phone or tablet, landline

or screen, broke his connection

with the vast Twitterverse to

which he clings, claiming it as

essential truth, perhaps his only

way to verify that he is real,

could he stand this alone

in any kind of awe?

Under this spilled bucket

of starlight shining through

the hours, could he

find his own small stature, his

single beating heart? Could even

the stars tell him, in a language

his ears could comprehend,

that we must all be in this

together, our very insignificance

demands it? Could I place

a tender hand on his rich,

suited shoulder, let the dark

wash our politics downstream

and remind him that to codify

and slice away those we fear

because we don’t recognize

or understand them is to weaken

us all. The stars can sing just that song

when I stand in the cold and listen.


One Night Ghost

Under a chipped summer moon

I haunt the front yard of the house

we once called home. From the outside


through the warp of glass, I see you

with her, dancing past the picture

window. You could be us, gliding


past the coffee table, your hips

swaying like flowers, naked skin

offered without thought or bruising.


Such petal-soft touching once lived

with us—the back porch swing where we

rocked while its old bones creaked, cracks


in the linoleum that tripped

us between stove and sink, the grill

where you flipped burgers, cooked corn, burned


the letters you had once written

me. Back in the car I breathe, wait

for my ghost to quit its stalking.


Beth Konkoski is a writer and high school English teacher living in Northern Virginia with her husband and two children.  Her work has been published in journals such as: The Potomac Review, Saranac Review, and Gargoyle. Her chapbook “Noticing the Splash” was published in 2010 by BoneWorld Press and a second chapbook, “Water Shedding,” is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.

Image by nanamori, CC BY 3.0,

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