When you’re dead you’re dead but there’s religion by Gale Acuff

to call you back to life again or so
they say at church and Sunday School and I’m
only ten years old, I believe ‘most
anything because I’m ignorant and
adventuresome, too, take the time when I
safety-pinned a towel to my shoulders and
pretended to be Superman and jumped
from the supper table and broke my knee
-cap but when Mother saw my footprints on
the tabletop she whipped me good before
she drove me to the hospital–but my
knee stopped hurting, I think that’s called something,
there must have been gold kryptonite, which robbed
me of my powers. Now I’m just normal.

I have had hundreds of poems published in a dozen countries and have authored three books of poetry. My poems have appeared in Bombfire (7 Nov. 2020), Ascent, Arkansas Review, Poem, Birmingham Poetry Review, Florida Review, South Carolina Review, Carolina Quarterly, Roanoke Review, Ohio Journal, Sou’wester, South Dakota Review, North Dakota Quarterly, New Texas, Midwest Quarterly, Poetry Midwest, Adirondack Review, Worcester Review, Connecticut River Review, Delmarva Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Maryland Literary Review, George Washington Review, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review, Plainsongs, Slant, Chiron Review, Coe Review, McNeese Review, Weber, War, Literature & the Arts, Aethlon, Able Muse, The Font, Teach.Write., Hamilton Stone Review, Cardiff Review, Tokyo Review, Indian Review, Muse India, Bombay Review, and many other journals.

I have taught tertiary English courses in the US, PR China, and Palestine.