by Nina Buck
“I’ve been having this half-wakeful dream,” says Simon of the Death Metal t-shirt, “in which two sides of my brain, sort of gothic, both cloaked in darkness, argue with each other. One side says, All is lost. And then the other side says, All is not lost.” Like a little girl picking petals from a dandelion, except in a deep baritone. “All is lost.” “All is not lost.”
Nina Buck has recently published work in Bear Creek Haiku, A handful of stones, and Spooky Boyfriend, among others. She has work forthcoming in bottle rockets and was nominated for a Pushcart. She lives in Hawaii most of the time.