Today the World Ends, and It Is a Friday, Mid-March

after Matthew Henriksen’s “Redacted Reflection”

Today the world ends. I’m not talking apocalyptic tidal waves, raging fires, or record-breaking temperatures. If you want a poem with spit-firing volcanoes and rock-tossing ground shakes, look elsewhere. Today the world ends, and it is Friday, mid-March. My full-time job became my part time job. My ceiling leaks every time I flush the upstairs toilet and no plumber knows why. Someone sideswipes my parked car in Target. My manuscript bombs in another contest. I cannot feel or think or be anything. I cannot create any words to describe this day. Give me a glass of wine or two. Give me a slow song from Billie Holiday or Roy Orbison. Songs that make this darkness look like light. Pink Floyd or if I want to be ironic, Joy Division. Do not ask for a poem about you. Your Twitter feed is still balloons and confetti compared to mine. My Facebook feed and Instagram are red eye selfies and thumb covered pics. Some say we all have these days when everyone else’s darkness looks like an open-window dance party. Champagne and flowers. Look, my darkness cannot be understood or measured like sliced meat on a deli counter scale. 

Moshe Wolf

3 Questions for Moshe

What was your process for creating this work?

I am influenced by things I come across that are in news sources but not the big stories. I am also drawn to photography and art. "Traveling" started out as an ekphrastic poem about a couple at a party at a foreign embassy and then developed from there. It left the image behind and became its own thing. I like to use magical realism and surrealism in my work as well. This can be seen a little more clearly in the homage to Matthew Henriksen’s “Redacted Reflection.” If you are a fan of The Lumineers, you can also see a small "easter egg" nod to the band as I am also influenced by music. 

What is the significance of the form/genre you chose?

I started my manuscript, Not All Moons Are Silver, with a few prose poems before it grew into an entire manuscript of only prose poems. I like that the form is slightly experimental and different, but it also allows for the more absurd and surreal to be better accepted in this form that so clearly echoes fiction.

What is the significance of this work to you?

Hm, this can be taken two ways. Significance of the poems or the format or poetry in general? For me, Poetry allows us to explore ourselves in a universal way, to voice emotion and experience. 

Moshe Wolf is a former house painter and bank teller who stopped writing for twenty years. Wolf’s work has appeared in numerous magazines under different pseudonyms including Chicago Quarterly Review, Tampa Review, 32 Poems, The Missouri Review, and others. Wolf has published 2 books of poetry.

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