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Two Poems – Logan Ellis

catalyst : drown

as start is to deep end.
as deep end is to vortex.
as vortex is to dead shadow.
as shadow is to instrumental entrance.
as entrance is to sleepwalking.
as sleepwalking is to round trip.
as round trip is to meet me in the light.
as meet me in the light is to bugs caught and cooked in Heaven’s fixtures.
as Heaven is to naked pattern.
as naked is to sudden wailing.
as wailing is to tucking an armful of sparrows into your skin.
as wet leaves is to uncovered pool
as uncovered pool is to an ocean’s earthquake
as earthquake is to a vortex of appendages frothing forming skinning
as vortex is to exit
as exit is to newborn shadow
as newborn is to stepping out of the shallow end, fully clothed
as shallow end is to first warm memory
as memory is to trigger for the war

 

how : cleansing

Last night, your French Braid was found abbreviated in
the dry palm of a house fire.

I’ll explain how.

At a party, we took Hydrocodone
and tipped our heads against the fireplace.
It felt like being in a mezzanine.
It felt like that mezzanine was underwater.
It felt like, in the underwater mezzanine, airplanes
were flying until they turned into kites, trapped
the sci-fi bodies of everyone inside.

I know better now.
The body builds more blood, and
we’re the dead trees of the party illuminated
by streetlamps.

We catch
fire as if no one
is watching, burrowing an accidental
home from the flames. Someone pulls
us out as unscathed rooms
of color, taking us outside and
making sure our hands don’t cup
like a prayer.

We stand as fire trucks strike the air with mallets
and evening clouds decorate their faces with the sun’s direction.
You touch the back of your head, startled and happy.
The shadow of a man forms on a brick wall across the street,
the first time I’ve seen a shadow return from the desert as
an empty-handed—five seconds behind from the beginning.

But this is all just a list of first times,
one that needs editing.
A house is on fire; I’m calm;
& sometimes, there’s no need to catch up.

 

Logan Ellis is the hodgepodge nunnery of writing, the hardcore triple-berry espresso of wordcraft. He has received his Bachelor’s Degree in English, creative writing, and Linguistics from the University of Arkansas at Little Rock and is currently enrolled in the Graduate Writing Program at the California College of the Arts. His work has been featured in ElevenEleven, The Brasilia Review, and The Electronic Encyclopedia of Experimental Literature by tNY Press, among others.

Both catalyst : drown and how : cleansing were previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance issue #011

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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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