Jeff Calhoun
On the reality of tattoos
A corporate suit goes to the market for peas,
passes a fresh vegetable stand, salutes
with one finger. He stares at 89 cent cans;
one jumps at his breast
and brands him with a brand-name.
In a field of crops, a farmer places callused hands
at his waist. He winces as he thinks of harvest.
He's eternally tired, but as a kid he learned
about ethos. Parents taught him to relish
the purity of his unmarred skin.
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Jeff Calhoun:
I am a Biology major at The University of Dayton in Dayton, Ohio. I
have been an avid reader of literature for the vast majority of my
life. I am intrigued with the ability of well-crafted poetry to evoke
emotion and provoke thinking. I am striving to become a research
biologist while working hard at honing my craft of poetry. Thus far, I
have been published or have pieces forthcoming in: Orpheus, Snow Monkey, Tilt, MAG: Muse Apprentice Guild, The Centrifugal Eye, decomP, Poems Niederngasse, and the Loch Raven Review. email: Jeff Calhoun
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