By Jen Barrett

At driveway end an embryo
Twin orbs of hazel green
They gaze perpetually
with my scrumper alive; too gracious
I can hardly wait
life that is life
erodes me so
I weep
The power does exist
somewhere, somehow,
swirling around the room
like a shotgun cartridge,
Full force of a thousand soundless screams.
a bitter salt interpretation
tasteless, full
corresponding my action
leave suspended above what has once been.
A [...]