By David Athey Daniel loves to be alone with just enough people in a dark dive deep abode of light with windows facing most directions of soul, the door belled and chimed so no one arrives alone. That poet Daniel reclines near the piano, his notebook wild with dreams of grace and fury like a lion’s jaws, the jaws of many lions, all teeth and ink-blood purring. David Athey’s poems, stories, essays, and reviews have appeared in various literary journals and magazines, including Christianity & Literature, Iowa Review, Dappled Things, Berkeley Fiction Review, Windhover, Relief, Time of Singing, and Harvard Review. Athey lives in South Florida on a small lake with large iguanas. His books, including Art is for The Artist, are available at Amazon.
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