Luke Johnson – Dark

Dark – for Malakai If you come to where the thorny pears grow along the one-way road and crouch beneath the sticky shade that draws out spiders and wasps and children playing chase in the dying light, you’ll witness, if lucky, the buck my father failed to shoot sip from fading streams, and freeze when […]

Luke Johnson – Bless the Mouth

Bless the Mouth Bless the mouth that saunters, silk of spit. Bless the hand that holds the head & bobs it back & forth. Bless the build the bridge the white noise whittled from the body’s blazed tremolo. Bless the gaze, slap of skin, spilled wine. Bless the wine, the bite, the tang, sticky pleather. […]