My new book of poetry will be out in April 2019 from the fine folks at ChiZine and I couldn't be more excited. I wanted to give my blog readers a little peek into this new collection of poetry by publishing a poem here.
While I brand this book as "sci-fi poetry" it's not hard science fiction and some poems veer away from that niche into speculative and fantasy and sometimes horror. Below is a new poem from that collection.
As always, I encourage feedback, no matter what you want to express, whether in the Comments section or via a note to me via the Contact page.
In the shiny museum, we avoid looking at the reconstruction of
the 21-st century body.
We turn our eyes to the ceiling,
a clutch of fake stars welcoming us.
When we get home, we unfold our bodies
Like suede suitcases,
All soft folds and deep sighs.
The museum forced us to remember how it used to be,
we could see the fracture in each other’s faces.
We should have stayed home.
In the morning, we creak our screws into the sunlight.
Tell ourselves we’ll do something lightning today.
We’ve had enough of the rain. The soggy highways.
When we pass by a dog wandering by itself,
We both smile, we both admire his curious teeth.
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