|Issue 14:||August 2022|
|Poems:||Words = 153;
59; 48; & 122
|+ Visual Art:||Photographs|
i give him seeds to scatter into furrows his tiny hands are moist and impulsive and splash the grains of carrot and lettuce with an indelicate throw i say let’s cover them gently with soil and he smashes his palm down i am planting the snow peas and he has found the pumpkin seeds and empties the bag at my feet sees! sees! he says yes plants will grow here and when they do i will show him each sprout and upcurling vine each green globe turned gold i want him to know that he can foster life even with his fists clumsy with growth i want him to know it is easy to summon bees and simulate rain i want him to eat a leaf that he spawned and for it to become part of his flesh i want god to spring from the soil in twisted veins of sun
today my words don’t have any magic they clank like steel fingers on a prosthetic chest today my voice is a coin which dissolves like alka seltzer in the rain i have a fake ocean underground but it is closed the seabirds are broken and the fish suspicious nobody is allowed down here anyways so don’t ask
take apart my head inside the first layer dry ramen talk inside that arrows and poultice inside that saltwind and sea inside that steel so thick it weeps inside that a traveler singing into a hole inside the hole disastrous love and on my lips bloodfeathers
the rain breaks in the afternoon and i ask my son to come outside and look at the bees the rosemary is a hanging metropolis of light purple tongues and a frenetic swimming of orange-black and blurwing we stare at the patterns of flight the bright hunger and spin the contented insertion into petal and pollen-dappled fur and i realize that i never used to watch the bees but it is a kind of godtrance which is at the center of our living i’m just glad my slice of ground provides such an orgy of nectar and bloom i’m grateful that my son stands here with me and in this way is witness to how we may pray
Photographs appear here with poet’s permission.
helps our Veterans heal as an RN in the Seattle area. His next book of poetry, The Long Blade of Days Ahead, is due out in August from Impspired. Links to his other books, including his first collection, The only thing that makes sense is to grow (Moon Tide Press, 2019), are available at his website:
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