Poems from Arden Ashley
Fried black bananas
white sweet goat cheese
thick pale and yellowing like an old wound
Shiny crinkled scabbing edging the the grill-...
We are seventeen and we're having a midlife crisis.
We were kids once, but that was then and this is
Now, and the nurturing soil over...
When you happen to find yourself
underneath the hold, of the punching vaccuum of,
deep space.
My terrified daughter, hold your breath...
I am from arable land
From tall scratching grass and hum of electric cattle wire
I am from stolen sweetpeas and muddy carrots, slipped...
When you find yourself, as I did, in the center of a large vulture’s nest,
roughly hectagonally shaped, and moreso,
If you are surrounded...