Is it funny Or fool to think Of cancer-changing atoms That live full well a life As tiny breathing sparrows? The rosacea, of redness, He felt near pell-mell waters Has gone straight through his head, Turned colloidal, broken arrows. Were… Continue Reading
Jack is tied to MATC first-timer Ali and thinks poetry is neat. If you’d like, find more at galbraithjack.com.
The wake tumble-up through sleeper’s thin lips, spreading seafloor manacles crossed over unseen chemicals run dark by sun’s leeching, an ever-alterable tempest dream conceived. Who fights foam, grained gravelbar biting, repetitious yawn & close. Look, there the friction-speak of dawn… Continue Reading
Jack is tied to MATC first-timer Ali and thinks poetry is neat. If you’d like, find more at galbraithjack.com.
O— Leave a space where memory of silver liquid may fill it— the course of our horizon’s flinty shinbone tended crystal and thin. These oblique American hours shudder into being— throw off each previous on a shapeless hinge and return… Continue Reading
Jack is tied to MATC first-timer Ali and thinks poetry is neat. If you’d like, find more at galbraithjack.com.