Originally published in Meniscus Literary Journal Volume 7. Issue 2 Read on 53
Trumpet’s Ode to Clarinet
Originally Published in Duck Lake Books Volume 3
Poem in response to: Olivier Clements & Dissonant Histories at Hermann's Jazz Club: You're Not Thinking of Me.
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The wind picked up by the water
Words of anger spewing, seeping, spilling into the sea, past the bay of bitterness. From the hurricane of her finally having left him, a wind that wheezed and whistled:
I wish I had never met you.
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I sing “Hallelujah!” because I think God might be listening
(Start of COVID19, March 2020)
It is day ten. It's only day ten. It’s been going so slowly. At this point, the newness of it all has shed itself, revealing only more time to wait. All novelty, however outlandish, has worn off. There’s a tension to the air, though it’s not between people really, but inside of them instead.
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Far out beyond the horizon, where heaven meets earth
From up here, where the sky dips into the ocean, where heaven’s skies meet the earth’s oceans, there is only blue. There is only sky, and sky on a still ocean, and it is only blue. This is how I remember that the universe is infinite. And on a day where our love for you leaves us in prayers:
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Short Stories
At The Brewery
The machine is broken and so is the man behind it. He doesn't flinch, but watches as beer piles up, and the conveyor belt continues to drag more bottles towards the heat of the action which is now starting to smoke. The sound of the bottles clashing into each other and smashing onto the floor fit perfectly with the other noises at the brewery. It's a chaotic orchestra of shattering and clanging and grime and he can't remember the last time he didn't smell beer. He wipes his brow. It’s awful hot in the brewery.
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Other
Hardened Hands
Four weeks in, I watch the sun set into Denmark’s stretching sea. My sister’s beside me. We’ve been together since this all started. I flew back home to Denmark when the news broke out. I finally breathed easy, when my plane touched down, and now a month later it’s another beautiful night and the whole sky is crimson pink and orange too. It stretches on forever.