Monday, September 9, 2024

 To be published in the Ouch! Collective Vol. 4, February, 2025.

S’s Complicated Relationship with Gravity


Waves of gravity line up for government cheese.
The sons of gravity itself roll out of cardboard boxes.
The gods we marry are exactly the gods we aim to please.
 
Turkeys on the hillside hide from hikers in the way –
lizards slink away in the underbrush, quick, quick,
and the cops look away from the menagerie at play.
 
Oh yes, both streets and hills are full tonight --
the son of darkness itself is the apex predator.

S can’t resist him.

 Published Nov 26, 2024, in  Festival for Poetry Norwegian Wood Are these not just excuses to not connect. Our differences are irrelevant. T...