2 poems by Matthew Toll

God Grant Me Air Conditioning

The days are long
as the empty fields of France
fertilized by bones, blood, steel, screams, smoke,
steady spring rains.

And I’m higher than the mountains.

Buzzing stronger than the bees.

Microwave lullabies beep beep beeping
into consciousness
bring me
lower down than a back alley slag
in the heat of late May.

But it’s July,
and the heat’s much worse than that.

previously published in Gravel Mag

Pick-Me-Up

I bleed the storm and the storm bleeds nails down upon us
through hard wins, cold losses.
And I’m thinking
maybe we should put our heads
or at least our bodies together
on this one,
for we won’t make it through
any other way.
And when you think you can’t make a living
consider the fact
that you’re still alive
today.

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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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