morning ritual. By Ben Newell

Like so many of us

I begin with

2 or 3 cups of Folgers.

My infusion of caffeine

laced with visions of heiress Abigail

attacked on Polanski’s lawn . . . .

Ambushed.

Butchered.  

Perforated.  

For a total

of 28 stab wounds—

As good a way as any

to brace myself

for another brutal day.  

Ben Newell dropped out of the Bennington Writing Seminars during his first semester, eventually resuming his studies at Spalding University where he earned an MFA.  His first full-length collection of poetry, Fuzzball, was recently published by Epic Rites Press.



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