This is not a hearth by William J. Joel

I think I’ll sit awhile beside a warming fire which,

perhaps, might be a figment of my addled brain,

aflame with far too many thoughts, too many puzzles

like the ones I played with as a child, for the satisfaction

of solving them.

Excuse me as I tend the ashen logs;

they need a poke or two to spark a life, even if

they only warm the chilly scenes I see behind my eyes.


All things are connected. That's the premise of what William J. Joel does. Each of Mr. Joel's interests informs each other. Mr. Joel has been teaching computer science since 1983 and has been a writer even longer. His works have recently appeared in Common Ground ReviewDASH Literary JournalThe Blend InternationalLiminality, and North Dakota Quarterly.

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