Words
This Small Skull Once Belonged
I have never felt connected to anything,
not even my own body. I am trying
to remember the last time I felt
I did not have to...
Disassembled
4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...
Some of you have never feared for your life in public...
Some of you have never feared for your life in public space and it really shows
glide through intersections up to bars
Traverse the city like...
Small Window
I
discern
a
tiny
space
in
one
of
fifteen
minutes;
two
days
later,
I
deduce
which
one,
approach
it
and
peer
inside
(can’t
tell
whether
it’s
bright
or
dark),
hoping
to
glimpse
a
poem —
or
the
closest
edge
of
one.
Jethro McClellan was born in Boston, moved out West before he turned five, and has called Boulder home for most of his life....
Notes From the Hanged Woman
Face it, we’re wind
From womb to the blue prom.
Remember me licking
Cream off your belly?
I swing soft breasts
Over the bones of the forgotten.
Creation and death
Harbor...
Excerpt from Postscript #29
There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels threatened thinks...
Out of time
He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...
With Windows Shut Tight
No clouds today
but
the sky is white:
like a negative image
of
the night
the air is coated
the distant trees are
gray, smothering
the day in bleakness
in poison in
sadness
as fires rage
further...
kindled, a fire no more to burn
and i can not be,
here, not tonight,
a dying vine,
these memories
twisted backward, embers of a life
retreating back to the earth
with thoughts, evolved
to die
an ego, regressed,...
‘Hope and the Odds Make Poor Bedfellows,’ JL
The celebration in Wuhan is a galaxy of lights.The temporary hospitals are torn down, the mallsare reopened. A man fixes his daughter’s maskby a...
