Heikki Huotari

Out of extrasensory perception, out of universal consciousness. The

hornet swarm that doesn’t scoff at prodding is the hornet swarm that

fades. Yea though I walk in lighted aisles I fear no aftermath. My

options puts and calls, from dearth to plethora the dots connected

disappear. Some precedent slept here. If my redeemer will not work

then my redeemer will not eat. From your facetious where’s-the-fire to

an ersatz precipice I glide. Stochastic mass a mass for all of that

and protoplasmic, your location known to who you choose. To hear you

with my big ears all the better, once the seventh is resolved it stays

resolved. O one-celled animal, recidivist, what need have you of

chemistry or conservation?

About the Author

Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published poems in numerous journals and in five poetry collections, one of which won the Star 82 Press Book Award.