Ace Boggess | PoetryFree-Range Dragons
The alligator I never saw waits in its pond in my father’s Florida as though I’ll return to fail to witness its maw. I haven’t been south in eight years to visit my dad, longer than I spent in prison where he didn’t visit me. I might not see him again—my father, not the gator who lives in dreams of free-range dragons rising from murk & swamp. He doesn’t like to travel; I do, but not so far I can’t return after a glimpse of monuments, abandoned penitentiaries, or bread factories where honeyed scents play with my hunger for poetry. I write about my father from a distance, the same one we shared when we were close.Ace Boggess is author of eight books of poetry, most recently Tell Us How to Live (Fernwood Press, 2025) and My Pandemic / Gratitude List (Mōtus Audāx Press, 2025). His writing has appeared in Indiana Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Hanging Loose, and other journals. An ex-con, he lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where he writes, watches Criterion films, and tries to stay out of trouble. His first short-story collection, Always One Mistake, is forthcoming from Running Wild Press.