Poem in Zingara Poetry Review
I'm honored (and fortunate) to have my poem, "A City like a Dead Man," in Zingara Poetry Review this morning.
https://zingarapoet.net/ A City like a Dead Man I dreamed our city’s slender attitude, of ruined moonlight in the bombs. The dreamer’s femur is the squeaky wheel. If love could only speak and never hear, she said between the bombs. I loved her safe route to mercy. Lyme disease and bombs had similar inaccuracies. On foot she wandered through pretentious fire. You wouldn’t think to look at death, she said at night, the doctor who delivered it was darkness. As fever struck the garbage dump, I dreamt I was her Carthage. |
Congrats! I love dreamer/femur and garbage/Carthage!
Best, Aaron |
Thank you, Aaron! That means so much coming from you :)
Cheers, Jake |
Hi Jake,
I like it too. Enjoyed the whole thing. The last line is pretty resonant. Cheers, John |
John,
I'm so happy to hear that! Thank you for reading and letting me know :) Safe travels today. Jake |
Congratulations, Jake!
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Thanks, Erik!
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