Three Wine Poems

by the Editorial Staff of Uncanny Valley Magazine

In Wine Country

by Alexis Faulkner

Dead field in a land flash
Wine-beaten and weathered in the late season’s sun
Who begs most for the water cast
From the clouds on the one

Wish of these golden hills
Globe glass waiting for deep, rich liquid
Pride of the fair skinned and faith-filled
Hard to remember what last night we all did

Most of all the earth demands waiting
Manicure the offerings to be rows upon rows
Ask for peace from labor and with it patience bring
To me the wealth and then land once more to sew

One time a prayer for the worker
Seen waiting only for the work

Tele-(communications)-machus
by Chris Alarie

As Odysseus looked
Out at the wine dark sea
He checked his phone & sighed
It seems the one challenge
He could not overcome
Was simple loneliness
What a fucking loser

The Flat of the Knife
by Douglas Slayton

it was the view
i didn't appreciate
but watched everyone
revel near that cliff

there have been walks since
they are always longer

i have been standing in the mirror
still finding evidence

i sit still sometimes
when the air is cool
and the light is obscured

i reconsider constantly
the way it tasted sweet
it must have been thick
in your blood

it lingered
on my fingers for days
sticky and inconsistent
leading me to misconceptions

Alexis Faulkner is Executive Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Third

by Douglas Slayton

every face is blank in disinterest,
the reaction lost and is never returned
and doubts join in simply but will never rest.
as dark of night settles, any ease stands burnt.

spinning a thread around a taught finger,
effortlessly as the days end and the nerves fray.
i am a room left empty, where the thoughts linger

on small looks too large to leave or let lay.

time idly warped the space within the needle's eye
so small it can't see the entirety of the forest.
an inquiry is met with the same and a sigh,
left unsaid could rot devouring any rest.

i know that i am wrong and i am sorry,
but these thoughts of you upset are haunting me.


Douglas Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.