Three Poems
Schyler Butler
HOOD
We jut Ma’at into our daily bread.
Turn mud into pyramid bricks,
shadows mapping the heavens.
We rise above the stars.
Invent language harmonious
with all creation.
Fight wars because
HOOD
We jut Ma’at into our daily bread.
Turn mud into pyramid bricks,
shadows mapping the heavens.
We rise above the stars.
Invent language harmonious
with all creation.
Fight wars because
THE LOOKOUT
A person looks out onto the ocean. The water does not look like it is moving. Is it a real ocean? How are we to decide? There is something small and very far away. The person cannot
Skincare for Trees
Take care of your skin she says, over the dinner table,
tracing lines on the table with thin long fingernails,
Gentian Violet
For years I lied
to everyone
said gentian was related
to violet
I don’t know why
MORNING
As a child I was taught
the small gathering of matter:
in the garage of summer,
a shelf of conch shells
flat yellow saddle oysters layered in jars,
small change purses of cicada
My favorite period historically
has been the interim period
Desert Dance
I didn’t believe tumbleweeds were real until I saw one
just like ghosts or gods or anything: I’ll believe it when I see it.
Somewhere I fused leaving & searching into the same
Late June on the North Side of Town
We are in a paleteria eating lime & chamoy ice cream—
or is it sorbet? On our walk over here we talked
about ginkgo leaves & how they offer the
the only person who texts me is my mom
mostly about how her back hurts
i send her a
proverb that says: you are as old as your spine
she replies: then i must be dead
my mom is always
An immigrant from the Russian Empire invented jeans...
Jeff O told us that he and Brian H split after watching Chasing Amy...
a man stands on stage his cue cards flashing...
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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