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Four Poems – Sam Rush

“language will once again be
told to shut up and lick the art forms.”


At our moon colony

language will once again be 
told to shut up and lick the art forms.
art forms will grow on sink dishes.
dishes will grow inside sinks.
sinks will reproduce sexually 
and my deaf will live next 
door to the clanging. hearing will do 
dishes in the quiet (carefully). blood will spill 
only onto broken plates. we will call out 
blood by the name broken
plates long enough that blood will come
to look like broken plates.

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About the Author

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Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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