by Martyn Crucefix | Dec 20, 2024 | Young Poets
Burial We buried his guns in the garden a year after he’d been burnt in his best jumper. Rifles and a double-eyed shotgun, sawn barrel, heavy cartridge, no licence. A stock that lay cold against the heat of his cheek, felt the misting of his breath. A trigger that...
by Martyn Crucefix | Dec 11, 2024 | Young Poets
Feast One day, this dog ripped into my flesh and got so deep we both saw bone and that excited him and surprised me as I was also excited. While he gnawed away, I wondered, what kept him going? he’d already gotten what he wanted… what else could he be after? And as if...
by Martyn Crucefix | Nov 18, 2024 | Young Poets
The Law of Salvage flotsam. what i think of first isbuoyancy.my awe whenthe whole surface of the sea isjostling with driftwood. it iswhat my father calls BRACKISH WATER. although actuallythat is notwhat the word means BRACKISH really meansa salinity between sea and...
by Martyn Crucefix | Oct 28, 2024 | Young Poets
December on the 2 Train like twin seashellsthey are twisted,arched in, legs crossed,bundled in creased puffers. like quicksand,their skin sinks inbetween their eyebrows,and lashes skate the lower lids. slouched with turtle’s grace,like women who have calls to take,...
by Martyn Crucefix | Sep 24, 2024 | Young Poets
intimations of a change in weather March, and the evening light tickles the throat and taunts of summer. Telegraph wires silhouette the sunset like a zip-line for the soul: I can describe it no other way and believe me, I have tried. It is the time of day when I could...
