Kristopher William Locke lives and writes in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.

Last of the Glamour Bookies
By Kristopher William Locke

Quick! Call Colonel Bradley, for
the Ouija resurrection, of
a Pittsburgh Phil. Now that
the cat is out of the bag about
a group of hooved desperadoes, a
roguish streak of cutthroat
buccaneers. Accepting reality on
reality’s terms, this contemplative
conglomerate; this sainthood of a
syndicate, and their
a.nte m.eridiem business.

At the wolf’s hour you can hear
their howls, with theories collapsing into
heaps of contradictions, both
illogical and provincial, using
genuine curiosity to aid in the
divorcing of facts. An odyssey of
the scholarly, an eroding fervent
loyalty, of the critical factors through
the scrutiny of film. Returning with
a sense of trepidation and
peripheral involvement while
breaking the hex.

Banishing the trauma of
tough loses, that leaves one
unhinged, welcoming back
ironclad conviction and polite
euphemism, with anxious
arms. Picking their spots
judiciously, a once unshakable
mastery, the new mathematicians and
conceptualists, applying academic rigour to
every phase, for the promise of
unexplored frontiers.