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...
by Martyn Crucefix | Sep 10, 2024 | Young Poets
Fish I wish I was a fresh fishalready cut open and meattender and bareand my heart still beatingand minein the calloused fingers of thefisherman holding the knifehe sliced me open witheveryone can come take a lookat the strong little bodyand light bones and...
by Martyn Crucefix | Aug 28, 2024 | Young Poets
In the Year of the Barbie Movie Waking up, soft black liner, bite of toast; tying the world outside in ribbons. Flowers shoved in gunshot wounds, climbing the walls with fury. Slut, says a spiking grin, below the ceilings see through, above the louboutin soles like...
