by Matthew J. Andrews
Psalm 50:21 In the fertile void of silence there is only me, puffed and expanded, reverberating, refracting light through my own miscarried prism, scattering flower petals and silver coins down the aisles of the halls of justice, dancing in psalms and selahs, not expecting the gavel, its cedar face and boogeyman rapping, never for a second.
Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in EcoTheo Review, The Windhover, and Amethyst Review, among others. His debut chapbook, I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at www.matthewjandrews.com