by Martyn Crucefix | May 15, 2026 | Uncategorized, Young Poets
Lighthouse Where has it gone? That little lighthouse on the horizon twirling like a boyhood barber pole where inside the men chat wares and ends, odds and past fair plays of the weekend before their hair thins further and falls to be swept under a Persian rug bought...
by Martyn Crucefix | Mar 22, 2026 | Young Poets
Burial poem, for my ex In the end you have a ship burial. I lay out your body in a longboat’s prow and fill the hull with everything you’ll need. x You are laid to rest on a bed of clean socks. Ibuprofen, dental floss, dishwasher tablets: all the things required in...
by Martyn Crucefix | Feb 13, 2026 | Young Poets
The Disease Womanhood and all the iron teethOf its hairbrush.Womanhood a disease;Hot tumors growing under the taut skin and call attention andCraving pretty sheep coats instead of our own leathery and hair prickled skinNo matter its upright disposition.Running hands...
by Martyn Crucefix | Dec 16, 2025 | Young Poets
the country breaks, but only in one direction my mother says never leave your chopsticks standing in rice,says it looks too much like incense for the dead. (i press my hands together & pray...
by Martyn Crucefix | Dec 1, 2025 | Young Poets
Notes on a Harvest I. I am not the child you wanted. I am the seed and the apple too. the call and the response. your baby ...
