This is just to say
you have stolen
these children
whom you are
refrigerating
and whom
you are using
as leverage
for funding your wall
A collection of the best poetry from the floating bridge press chapbook competition. for you.
This is just to say
you have stolen
these children
whom you are
refrigerating
and whom
you are using
as leverage
for funding your wall
Post horse-kick
to the knee, post-election, I still take to the trail on foot.
An hour a day in the woods,
two miles tops, is as far as my bad leg goes.
After a while,
the good leg goes, too, from carrying the extra load.
When you inject
trauma into a system, more trauma spins off, ripples out.
Another problem
I liked that everything was turning into something else. I was becoming a believer in the one big body. All of us growing into various limbs and organs of one Beloved, yearning for Bridegroom Christ and a strange consummation. And that so much of church was about food: coffee hour, communion, the grand picnic narratives…