GladGoat Poetry

One June our heart was beating when a screen, a voice, a page changed our Pulse from pride to grief changed our dreams to rage God, I couldn’t take the bleeding that was laid out like a play And I… Read more: Bloody June

Does the seed feel claustrophobic before it splits into something new No semblance between shell and shoot to soften the rising with something familiar Does it wonder in whatever way a plant has of knowing of worrying whether the world… Read more: Resorption and Ossification in the Pursuit of Disequilibrium