This Heart
though aged and ravaged
though full of blight
loves and beats still
writes words still about
what love used to be
The Owl Told Me
We spoke a mile on the back
porch. He tried to teach me
how to spin my head. I tried
to teach him how to do taxes.
We did not find each other useful.
Snow Bank
Through the ice wall
I carve my way into a place
of hidden warmth.
The Cringe
I speak and there’s
a quick cringe as response
that raises in me
uncertainties, I feel the cringe
even on my face now.
Ash: Please contact upender.editors@gmail.com so we can publish two of your submissions. Email was returned from us. – TC Porter