My poem “Self-Portrait as Border” is live at Minute Magazine. Many thanks to the editors for taking my poem.
The wind knows impermanence but does not trust it.
Dependent upon atmospheric pressure, absorption
and rotation, who can blame the wind? We, too,
lend ourselves illusions, only to barter them away.
Three miles for a beer. Seven seconds for a fresh look.
A dollar extended for every five stolen. Empathy,
but only for the wealthy. Electing liars to office,
we justify our actions with more untruths. Nothing
improves. Even the quality of lies diminishes.
yellowed grass bending
under the sun’s weight
god’s will, they say
My poem, ‘Scarecrow Votes,” is up at Vox Populi, alongside Jenne Andrews’ call for revolution. Trump’s horrific separation of families policy must end! Thank you to Michael Simms for responding and publishing the poem so quickly.
When the earth shrugs,
some warnings are better
heeded. A little
smoke, some ash.
A knife point held to the chin.
Why listen at all?
The man in the big house hides in its vastness.
Surrounded, he walks alone.
People speak, but he hears only himself.
and the birds fly north
seeking firm ground
upon which to land.
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“Vesuvius” was first published in The Big Windows Review in December 2017. Thanks to editor Thomas Zimmerman for accepting this piece.
Opened or closed, the mood
with the pull of tooth and
and discarded sound in wet
its odor mingling with
by summer pavement under the
six plastic flowers faded by the
and photographs scattered over scraped
where we stand bound and
I reach toward
and find only
“The Box” first appeared here in May 2015.
No snakes here,
but a little voice
says the mice
do you prefer,
the one that
on your plate
or the one
under the house
“Politics” first appeared here in January 2017.
This poem makes me despair that other human beings have to write poems such as this.
This poem makes me despair that I’ll never write anything so true.
Read the poem. Listen to the recording. Celebrate Danez Smith and his words.