I sit on buses
flowering words,
mushrooming
Genre: Poetry
All The Pig, My Soul
The pig, my heart, stands still.
Gigantic, she blinks.
Black underneath.
Pink ears a-flop, light up.
The sun shines on her behind.
everything was worth it
remember the good times
we had during the apocalypse?
Colony
mud except silence, except silence turns the mad
words gold. No ruler
able to mutter answers. Quaking, the village green.
The Theory of Radioactivity
Now the coconuts on palms suffused yet with cesium
glow faintly at night like phosphorescent bowling balls
or the eyes of sailfish and skipjacks once hooked
and pulled hard through the blue current of eternity
I Wonder, True Pain
These poems were all produced during a Writers in the Community (WIC) workshop led by Dale Matthews. They were originally published in WIC zines, all of which can be found [More…]