Big News

Remember that time I told ya'll I was submitting work to my school's literary magazine?

Of course you do!

Well, even if you don't, I did, and they liked my work well enough to publish two of my poems! You've already seen them, here and here, but I will let you know how to obtain a magazine when it's actually published, and I find out such information myself.

Yay!

Fear Ode

There is so much time, now,
to explore those watery depths
You've only ever skimmed across.
Not once will you be yanked out,
jarred, pulled onto some other dry place
to patiently wait
for some other set of bones
to cease their waspy rattling.
Finally, in solitude, in peace,
there will only be the quiet lapping
of the reddish sea inside yourself,
as the tide goes in, and out again, unchanged.

Self Portrait as a Giraffe

She stretches upwards, ever up
until her neck has pushed its way out.
From this height
the troublesome gravity of her body is remote.
In the winds that shake the trees
her nobbled, gnarled knees are firm,
her delicate purple tongue
chasing an emancipated scrap of green.
How bizarre, she thinks, that leaves
taste so much better in the sky.