a smattering of things
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
away
i die with my head underwater
and my body on dry land
i am reborn into the dark
in a shimmering blue pool
the stars scream at me
flash a beacon
they scream
and scream
a bellowing wail
the banshee
saturn’s rings
an endless wind
the angel hunter
plucks my wings
i return to life
to him
with a belly full
of confusion
-rjm
no, i don’t have time
for your particular brand
of bullshit, please leave
oopsie doodle i
slipped on a half note and got
tangled in your stave
excuse you, sir, how
very much dare you; mountains are
not meant to dance here
surely as rough winds
do shake the darling bud, i
tremble in his wake
-rjm
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