Ecopoem by Leisha Douglas

Sound out        in the language of crows

Be                        the black bladed omen

strut                   with no particular purpose

or perch           atop a branch or telephone pole

sparrows and finches                   will dive and circle

to humans         hurtling by         in their bodies of metal

you are a slash                                punctuating sky

They don’t know                           your devotion

to a mate                                      as well as to others

nor how you transform debris                               into nest and feast

What if this is Heaven?

You                     the feathered Lord?


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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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