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I was born and raised in Neath, South Wales, surrounded by machines and mountains, until moving to Oxford in my early twenties. Both areas have shaped me and my writing. I currently resides in Canterbury and work for the NHS (National Health Service). I have had poems published in Rust & Moth, The Journal, Harbinger Asylum, Scarlet Leaf Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice magazine, 1947, and Duane’s PoeTree. I have two early work e-book pamphlets “Imagination is my Gun” and “Exit From a Moving Car” which are available on Amazon.
The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Christopher Hopkins and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
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I sit in their chairs like stains on the fabric,
The staircase climb,
Fire on the corner of 13th and 3rd
The building had gone up good.
Entering the desert
Succulent chunks of high rise buildings and sand paper roads lead
The lamb walks under parking signs
Jay Passer’s work first appeared in Caliban magazine in 1988. His first chapbook, Laugh Until You Scream, was published by Outer Dark Press in 1999. Since then, his work has appeared in print and online in scores of magazines and periodicals spanning the globe. He is the author of 8 chapbooks, and was featured in the 2014 Friends of the San Francisco Public Library Poets 11 Anthology, selected by Jack Hirschman, representing San Francisco’s District 6. His most current collection is included in The High Window Press’s Four American Poets (2016). Jay Passer lives and works in San Francisco, the city of his birth.
The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Jay Passer and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Game of Drones
you get tired
it’s the oldest war
now you open your eyes
that’s when you realize
you just lost your BFF
Morning all the Time
You have to stand up out of the shadows
Even with the sun scorching
You have to stand up and take that step
when it leads to the abyss