Poems from “Blackbird’

PANORAMA Before opting, before whichever road, the current scrapes the sound of rocks, light, leaf litter. The wind, neither northerly nor southerly, clears life on an indefinite point, dry thistles on clay. Man creates a city in his mind, offers his exhaustion, the rainwater, electricity which snakes through cables. Later defeats the evidence, graduates from […]




Get Our Newsletter





RECENTLY PUBLISHED


An Artist in Transit

“I travel to distance myself from the anxieties of my own familiar landscape.”


The Den of Earl

It was a favorite line of his. More than him saying it, I was frustrated by the expectation that a nine-year-old should know how to thaw and cook red meat. I was forever failing at things I was never taught to do.


black and white photo of empty bird cages hanging on clotheslines between buildings

A Hundred and Twenty Muscles

She watched as her classmates cooed and stroked and cuddled. A tiny flame seemed to burn within her.