September 5-11, 2022: Poetry from Eleanor Crews and Glenn Ingersoll

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Eleanor Crews

Eleanor Crews is a writer and student living in North Carolina. She is currently working towards a BA in Creative Writing. Her work has appeared previously in Scapegoat Review. Visit Eleanor on the web here.

The following work is Copyright © 2022, and owned by Eleanor Crews and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

last day (fragments)

the mosquito died in my hands.
how quick it fell apart.
only the blood that it spat
stuck there,
like a stain, forever wound.
look what you did.

at the gas station, i didn’t want to cry. the trees
ran a ring around everything. me
& the gum underfoot, alone,
in this dark circle mouth.

my headlights leapt from their homes;
liquid, ceaseless,
they flooded on.

 

honeoye I

you’re on your back, stuck
like a beetle in the hot grass and i’m staring
blindly, as a trout
up at the bedsheets strung
from tree to tree, i wonder
what they are there to catch.
you spit
something sour into the ground, i hear the sizzle
of the match and i look down
at your open eyes,
flat and pale
as a sunlit moon.

Glenn Ingersoll

Glenn Ingersoll works for the public library in Berkeley, California. His poetry reading & interview series Clearly Meant is on covid hiatus, but videos of past events can be found on the Berkeley Public Library YouTube channel. Ingersoll’s prose poem epic, Thousand, is available from bookshop.org and as an ebook from Smashwords. He has two chapbooks, City Walks (broken boulder) and Fact (Avantacular). He keeps two blogs, LoveSettlement and Dare I Read. Poems have recently appeared in Spillwords, Sparks of Calliope, and Sparkle and Blink.

The following work is Copyright © 2022, and owned by Glenn Ingersoll and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Old Heart

nothing in the cupboard
but old heart
so I took one down from the shelf
pierced the can and turned the crank
the circle rose to expose
kitchen light reflecting off dark liquid
how do you fix this
had I ever tried to?
I dipped a finger in
it tasted like the worst fortitude
nutrition for the desperate
I did eat a little bit
straight from the can
stowed the rest in the fridge
beside the ancient champagne
and the immortal condiments

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