2 poems by Tim J. Brennan

After I Die
No need to bury me
after I die; just lay me
down in weeds, face up
so I can look at the moon

as I try to remember what

the hell I did to get to such
a place so far from home

Upon a Time
Once a witch walked
behind me, fell
to make me fall
for her
I fell soft when I fell
hard, walked away
when I lay still
once upon her,
a time
long ago
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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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