Can I just tell you how proud I am of this brave young man? I’m honored that he and I are working on something together, and I can’t wait to get it out into the world. Here’s a poem by my youngest son, published today by a new lit mag up the river from me in Scranton, The Electric Rail.
First of all, the poem below was recently published in the new online lit mag The Electric Rail. To read the whole issue click here.
Stoplight
I thought I’d never get to leave.
They said “in a few days.”
Then, “a few more days.”
This time it was my fault.
I had been on a yellow light.
Then I got in a fight
and I went red.
I was on the stoplight system,
used in the children’s ward
to influence kids’ behavior.
The day before, I was green.
I was going home
on the same day
as the kid I would attack.
I had told him this
a few days prior,
during a soccer game.
We kicked competitively.
I was eager to live
beyond the Valley again.
Once I exited that place,
I wouldn’t have to see him
or hear his grating voice,
speaking in high pitch tones,
mocking…
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David J. Bauman 
The poem conveys a sense of bewilderment at the events of one’s own life.
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