“In Every Creation” by Sam Jowett
March 21, 2020
a sliver of me astral infused queerness myself laid bare upon the mountains I carved the forests I etched
a sliver of me astral infused queerness myself laid bare upon the mountains I carved the forests I etched
Talking to fruit wasn’t on my list. This casual walk was an after-dinner treat, strolling under the bright moon and stars, searching for owls along the cleared path in the woodlot behind my house. I moved toward a burbling-chortling sound associated with raccoon families, and dropped into a swale. On
They say you don’t see the bullet. They’re wrong. The shooter pulls his trigger, time drags to a crawl. I see mine. It flies toward me like a bee to a flower. # Before, children squeal delight at the sight of the zoo across the busy public square. Teachers remind