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BECAUSE IT WAS THERE

ALM No.91, July 2026

POETRY

Jason Ryberg

6/22/20262 min read

nothing much was happening

Some street corner

scene where we might have stopped and

talked, once, just for a

little while, as the shine wore

off the day and the

streetlamps started to flicker

on and night’s blanket

of stars began to creep up

over the sky, and

nothing much was happening

with either one of

us, so we both just went our

own separate ways,

after promising, over

and over, that we’d

get together, sometime soon,

and really meaning it, too.

Because it Was There

Surely, carrying

the block less carved along the

road less traveled to

the top of a mountain just

because it was there must lead

to something like Nirvana.

Wherein the Poet is Visited by

the Ghosts of Buddha Past, Present

and Future

Despite having been

visited many times in

his life by the ghosts

of Buddha past, present and

future, still the poet fails

to reach true enlightenment.

Sad, Gray and Russian

The

scene

calls for

leaves falling,

maybe a little

mist, maybe a little wind, but

most definitely an old blind man playing an old

violin (which, of course, later on turns out

to be a Stradivarius which he’s

being forced to sell, for some unknown reason) and it’s

something sad, gray and Russian that

he seems to be lost

in, and right

over

there,

a

young

girl,

who has

been sitting

by herself most of

the day on a park bench, weeping.

Jason Ryberg is the author of twenty-two books of poetry, six screenplays, a few short stories, a box full of folders, notebooks and scraps of paper that could one day be (loosely) construed as a novel, and countless love letters (never sent). He is currently an artist-in-residence at both The Prospero Institute of Disquieted P/o/e/t/i/c/s and the Osage Arts Community, and is an editor and designer at Spartan Books. His work has appeared in As it Ought to Be, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Thimble Literary Magazine, I-70 Review, Main Street Rag, The Arkansas Review and various other journals and anthologies. His latest collection of poems is “Bullet Holes in the Mailbox (Cigarette Burns in the Sheets) Back of the Class Press, 2024)).” He lives part-time in Kansas City, MO with a rooster named Little Red and a Billy-goat named Giuseppe, and part-time somewhere in the Ozarks, near the Gasconade River, where there are also many strange and wonderful woodland critters.

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