David Hoenig |
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The November Editor's Pick Poet is David Hoenig Please feel free to email David at lionetravail@gmail.com |
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CORPORATE DISCORPORATION His cubicle is like a rifle: It seems bigger than it used to; He's not sure if he's still alive. He stands and looks around. He feels the hum of business And, lost, it is no great thing HOW HOPE FAILS Wings pinned to cork, She’s no trophy butterfly, Aridity is not her problem, but she feels the same isolation, The pills don’t work, She has forgotten how to dream better days: THE ARGUMENT AGAINST I gave my heart to seek and search; Therefore I hated life, Should his soul enjoy I said in my heart: It is better to go, mourning For he that loves |
David Hoenig is a practicing physician for whom writing is his ‘second career.’ He recently won a short fiction contest (Espec Books) with “Ride into Legend,” and placed third in another (Morning Rain Publishing) with “Madness is in the Eye of the Beholder.” He’s had multiple stories published/accepted to different anthologies with Horrified Press, including “Asteroid Christmas” (sci fi), “Win Some, Lose Some,” “Salted Earth,” and “Rough Adolescence.” He has had poetry published in Ad Libitum, and also in a Horrified Press anthology (“Supernatural”), and is working on a novel at this time.
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