Beg the Moon by Katie Simpson

don’t ask me to love you forever,
only fools believe they control
the tides, those frothy waves
lashing kisses against the land,
but i know i never could.
you ask for the water, when
you must beg the moon,
beg her to stay constant in
her fickleness,
beg for silver favors in
her erratic pattern.
for love will come, love will go,
but the moon,
pregnant and cold, will pull us
back and forth,
forth and back, ever colliding,
ever wildling waves against the shore.

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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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