W. Luther Jett


someday we may meet again
in a field of sharp stones —
having forgotten the words
to all our prayers — having
forgotten our names —
and you may catch the corner
of my eye and as a sign
for you as the sun goes down
I may touch the invisible
fringe that no longer guards
my torso — then simultaneously
we will begin — softly —
surreptitiously — to hum
Kol Nidre — for the sins
we have committed — the vows
we have broken and the vows
we are about to break —
and with dark
pulling her mantle around us
we will remember everything —
even in that time when time
has run out for us — we
will remember everything




W. Luther Jett is the author of two chapbooks: Our Situation (Prolific Press, 2018), and Not Quite: Poems Written in Search of My Father (Finishing Line Press, 2015). His performance piece, "Flying to America," debuted at the 2009 Capital Fringe Festival. Jett's poems have appeared in The GW Review, Abraxas, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Little Patuxent Review, and Main Street Rag. He is a native of Montgomery County, Maryland. To read more by this author: "Recessional," The Wartime Issue, Vol. 7:2, Spring 2006.