First grind something
corn your teeth
Melt wax hair
over a calf skull
Cross three whiskers
burn them together
Flip drunk through phone
see a name & hit the earth
Smile at scowling boys
in photos of now dead
Try instead a golem
w/ less triple sec
Blow ash spark into
an old man’s face
Sink shoes to pond bottoms
spit on a shroud
Start a chicken franchise
breed life never light seen
Say the name of your dead
You know who say
Seth Copeland is the founding editor of petrichor. His work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Yes Poetry, Random Sample, Kestrel, SOFTBLOW, Permafrost, and The Birds We Piled Loosely. He teaches in the Oklahoma City metro.
ISSUE TWENTY ONE: Smaller, Yes, ty
Rachel Nix
A Distraction of the Empty Spaces
Catherine Lee
Sine Wave
Seth Copeland
How to Create Ghosts
Genius
Janet Dale
oxytocin | ˌɑksəˈtoʊs(ə)n
Larry Thacker
Jesus Christ blends in, #2
Kate Bazin
Embers