Is it Poetry Saturday on Substack?
Inspired by my friend Awais Aftab, selected poems
I woke up to the following post from
, entitled “I Don’t Know What Will Save Me: And Other Poems.” Poetry is the least commercial of art forms. Fewer people read my posts published on a Saturday, too! Maybe it will fly entirely under the radar? This post serves to stand with my poet colleagues, like Awais. It also serves as notice that I’m going to a poetry reading later with my friend Chris Akin, and that is just a coincidence.Instead of learning anything or diving into any data, I’ll offer three poems. I’m an award-losing poet, recall. I have two published books of poetry: The Hellthread and Why We Skeet. These photos are also taken by me— I shot quite a few over the years. Most of the photos used in this newsletter were taken by me if they weren’t collages or AI-absurdity.
We Were Too Young to Know How Sick We Were
The river
From the banks
And from
The endless
Sickly
Storm
That was born of
The torrid affair
You had
With the North Dakota sky
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