|Issue 10:||October 2021|
and he swings his head back and repeats moooon moooon and every night we read goodnight moon and he points to the stars the cow the kittens the red balloon the house the mouse the bears the chairs the nobody the air even though we are inside and there is still light reaching in through the curtains he arches his body back as if he is gazing into a full vault of stars as if the roof or walls have suddenly dissolved and we are on a dizzy mountain he waves his arms around transforming inky depictions into helium eating suns piercing his mind repeating staaar staaar moooon and i say yes the stars yes the moon my tiny sorcerer yes they are here in this room yes swallow as many as you can
As an RN in the great Pacific Northwest, Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal. In other lives, he taught English and practiced acupuncture. He also serves as Senior Editor at Gleam: Journal of the Cadralor, and his writing appears in American Journal of Poetry, Cultural Weekly, KYSO Flash, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Misfit, Noble/Gas Qtrly, Slippery Elm, Spillway, and Swimming with Elephants, among others.
His third book of poetry, These Hands of Myrrh, is now available from Kelsay Books. His first collection, The only thing that makes sense is to grow, was published by Moon Tide Press in December 2019, and his second, Mr. Rogers kills fruit flies, by Main Street Rag in October 2020.
Author’s website: https://ferrypoetry.com
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