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Poetry lovers, I'm pleased to shine the spotlight on new poetry by the talented John Compton. Thank you, John, for sharing your words with the SHINE international poetry community! a sacrifice to the wild the moon is malfunctioning bringing in radioactive algae causing bones to grow flowers. the first night small buds --a week later whole gardens. ●●●●● side effects to mortality my heart's irregular --the killing of a boy by mother's alcoholic friend who pays the rent. he lay along the bed across a new salvador dali canvas --pound against the chamber somewhere there is a door, a ribcage, a chest plate --the blood trickles at first, then hurt, then turns down into the floor --the beats are erratic. ●●●●● side effects to forgetting i walk out of my clothes --the naked afterglow in the afternoon. touch my body like you've touched my body like you've touched my body like my body was never in doubt like my body has always had your intention. my body, a leaf, & autumn is close --grab it before it falls. grab me before i fall. john compton (b. 1987), author of seventeen books/chapbooks, is a gay poet/writer who lives in kentucky with his husband josh and their dogs and cats, and mice. his latest full length book is my husband holds my hand because i may drift away & be lost forever in the vortex of a crowded store published with Flowersong Press (dec 2024); his latest chapbook is melancholy arcadia published with Harbor Editions (april 2024). he has been published in ONE ART more times then he has fingers on one hand. you can find his books, some poems, and other things here: https://linktr.ee/poetjohncompton Comments are closed.
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SHINE - International Poetry SeriesFrom the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is SHINE's honor to provide a home for their words with the online Spotlight series as well as SHINE Quarterly. Click on the logo above to learn more. And...keep writing, keep shining!
In poetry, Samantha Terrell, EIC SYLVIA PLATH
Stars Over the Dordogne Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
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