You’ll find me in the window though under shade of trees, wondering about my love of tall broad oaks and the manner of the sun in the blue spruce. About men of two dimensions simultaneous to three, always vibrating. You’ll find me oxidized and open wide, yet rust resistant, all the way by accident and possibly pride, brewing slowly and lukewarm like a mint, patient for my next form, my next occasion to gaze forlorn between the panes.
On the farm I would take last season’s Penney’s catalogue into the woods.
Ben Kline originates from a river-flows-north section of old Appalachian wilderness. Raised on a busy cattle farm as part of a large family, he dreamed of skyscrapers, city smells, and downtown dive bars. Now in Cincinnati, he writes, muses and much more in between life's other adventures. His first book of poems - GOING FAST IN LOOSE DIRECTIONS - was published by Queer Young Cowboys in 2014. A follow up, GETTING LOOSE IN NEW POSITIONS, is in the editing phase with A Queer Press. His poetry and fiction have appeared in Knack Magazine, Headmaster Magazine, Birds Piled Loosely and apt.
