2 poems by Douglas Richardson

A Wayward Son

Though your earnestness was never questioned,
you spent all your years becoming an expert in
arcana for which no employer would pay a wage.
Now, thanks to you, the town is in perpetual darkness.
You think the children should be afraid of you,
but a boy gives you his bicycle.
You flip it upside down and crank the pedal.
The free-spinning wheel lights up the sky
and churns barrels of the finest ice cream.

 

You Survived the Ordeal

now red wine
stains a cork
the heat of it
in the afternoon
your mind
quiet enough
for fire

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Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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