TFR Home Page TFR Home PageContents ContentsPrev. Page Prev. PageNext Page Next PageComments Comments

            The Great Santini
            By John M. Valentine

            High in the wires of the night, muscled
            And mighty, he powders his hands,
            Pops his knuckles, and swings through
            The air, hanging upside down like a
            Catcher of souls who suddenly and
            Mysteriously plucks you from empty
            Space as you’re spinning and tumbling
            And falling. He sends you sailing on a
            Thin trapeze stretched between death
            And forever, wind rushing through your
            Hair, your eyes wild and free, as he puts
            You down at last ever so gently, trembling,
            And shaking your head in amazement,
            Rapt as a child ready to climb the rope
            And start all over again.

            © Copyright 2004, John M. Valentine, All Rights Reserved.

TFR Home Page | Submission Guidelines | Frequently Asked Questions | Sign Our Guest Book | Contents | Donations
Workshops | Event Calendar | TFR Background | How to Contact Us | Editors and Authors Only | Privacy Statement

© Copyright 1997, 2020, The Fairfield Review Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Document last modified on: 09/28/2004

(i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o),

ga('create', 'UA-22493141-2', 'auto');
ga('send', 'pageview');