Brothers find purity in war.
In my safe house, hiding, I encounter a rabbit.
Together we watch the boys beat the bush-
muddled bees, flowers turned into petals,
fallen in fragments.
If you ask me what the fear smells like
I’ll say- small mammal, was and sting, Jasmine.
Sun traverses the field, nears the volcano of shadows, trees.
Clouds shape a bear, bear tundra, shower on my everything.
I turn. The rabbit’s gone. The rabbit’s gone.
Illustration Nick Victor
Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia), Scratches Within (Barbara Maat, Florida), Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia) and Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems (Hawakal Publishers, India) and now Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel (Alien Buddha Press)
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