6May 2020 Devon Balwit

Delivery

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I take a mallet to your metaphor, fish among fragments, but come up empty. Won’t you put anything into my hands— the most beggarly narrative? Imagine me naked in the... Read More
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Indoor games while in lock down? Shelter from self. – mh clay

10Feb 2020 Devon Balwit

Just Shy of Nothing

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Feather light, a bantamweight David before Goliath, the soul struggles to impress. What can it hurl to knock us flat? Perhaps awe at a Dahlia’s fractal fanning, petals like vulvas—... Read More
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So much pluck in self, unseen. Everybody gots soul! – mh clay

23Dec 2018 Devon Balwit

[Every year the holidays]

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Every year the holidays— like a tree whose leaves turn only brown. Amidst incandescent wicks, we crave the storms that render all equally naked. Our glass rests against our midline,... Read More
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Boiling down the days to a psychedelic center and a canine cuddle. Cool! – mh clay

13Feb 2018 Devon Balwit

Synesthesia

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Sobriety drags its freshly-done nails down an orange chalkboard, cankering my gums, leaves its motor running outside my two a.m. window, puffing diesel through the cracks. All day long, people’s... Read More
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Oof! Makes one day at a time so hard to count. – mh clay

12Jul 2017 Devon Balwit

Arid

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The water table of equanimity has drained beneath the range of buckets. The well-borer’s drill unearths nothing; the dowser’s rod refuses to quiver. Desperate for clouds, we suck road gravel... Read More
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An odd, dry freedom in abandonment. – mh clay

3Apr 2017 Devon Balwit

The Why of It

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Sometimes you are whole, growing wild and for no purpose but to catch what light you can. In calm, you respire slow centuries. When the wind rises, you rustle mournful... Read More
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Sometimes, a song is reason enough. (We welcome Devon to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

1Jan 2017 Devon Balwit

Reposado

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Oh you, Oh me, Oh the small skerch of the cork pulling free, and the gurgle plash of amber in the bell-shaped bowl, the sudden cool of stray drops evaporating... Read More
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I’ll drink to that. A Mad Toast to the New Year! – mh clay

4Oct 2016 Devon Balwit

aubade: an interrogation

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can it be? this is what the eyes say, pouring themselves into the cup of morning, what the “I” asserts, stepping into yesterday, wadded beneath the bed, what the dog... Read More
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And, with evening come new questions: was that so? was that so, so, so? – mh clay