Thursday, 6 March 2025

One Poem by Mitchell Toews











Bouncing Baby Boy

The morning I was born
Doctor bobbled the ball
sending me ass over toes
spinning like a tiny
Orion sans belt
down to the concrete floor
of the delivery room
But I saved that otherfucker's
job
me
hanging there like a wet
eight-pound tether ball
of gore and grit and
pissed off raging fever red
baby
A one-string guitar
I pendulum
back and forth
describing an arc of such stunning
imperfection Nurse Rempel
yells "Holy shit!" in the pure wonder
of how my melon did not crack
open like a yellow-yoke
breakfast special
And I say holy shit back
and take a flying sonny-side-up
kick and catch that ham-handed
no-good receiver right in his
"Sack
of potatoes, I am not!" I scream
with defiance and the Nurse
laughs and reels me in
like pulling a full
pail up out of a deep well in the desert
And sure I had a double
hernia—what do you expect when
some half-drunk German who ran
the hell out of Hamburg only
to turn up on the Canadian prairies and
make me into a human
hand grenade except I
didn't—oh no I didn't—ex
plode
"He missed the pass!"
shouts Mom to the record keeper on high
she always did like sports you see
and so would I in time
calmness in the bedlam
and she decided then and there
that if I refused to die
maybe I was worth keeping around
And so it went with me
the karmic ball on a string
hit me I caution you 
and I come
back twice as fast
and oh no, if you drop me,
I'm gonna bounce like she taught me










Mitchell Toews left his advertising job in 2016 to devote himself full-time to writing. Since then, Mitch has placed 125 short stories in literary journals, anthologies, and contests. His debut book, published by At Bay Press of Winnipeg in 2023, is a collection of short stories titled "Pinching Zwieback." The linked stories high-step through the furrowed fields of Hartplatz, an imaginary prairie village where the inhabitants consider what to discard and what to keep as the world around them changes. A coming-of-age novel, set in the boreal forest of Manitoba, is underway. It's called "Mulholland and Hardbar" and one beta reader described it as "Fargo, with a Mennonite accent."

2 comments:

  1. Holy Shit! This is stupendous!

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  2. Great poem, Mitch. Great imagery and definitely entertaining. Bravo!

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