as always, my life has become the blade-tip of a spade held by morning just before the coagulation of light as always, there is no princedom in loneliness, a liminal space, the beginning of a godless season twilight’s spokes spin away the sky & like a martyr the moon is forced to burn over this garden on the edge of town I do as I have done every humid evening and hang pulled weeds on the fence I murder the simple thorns but not before they claw their names across the lines in my palms crimson as a sky before nightfall every summer I ask whatever god listens to fill the well again I ask the roses for permission before I bleed out into a prayer of clippings
Samuel J Fox is a bisexual poet and lyric essayist living in the Southern US. He is poetry editor at Bending Genres Journal; he has been published in numerous online and print journals. He has a chapbook, Mythos, out with Three Drops Press (UK). When not writing, he can be found in coffee shops, wandering graveyards, or exploring dilapidated places.
Featured artwork: unnamed Photograph Rebeca Isabel Garcia is helping to raise funds to protect the San Marcos Foothills. For more information on this cause go to @savethesanmarcosfoothills.