Glen Armstrong
Thistle
So many people visit the abandoned city.
The day obscures meteorites.
And your hair, oh night,
is full of confetti.
Shake it.
I will make a call
from one of the ancient boxes.
I will attempt to leave flowers
excluded from the list
of approved flowers
at the gate of the palace.
There is no more wind
to lift my sweetheart’s dress.
Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has two chapbooks forthcoming: Simpler Times and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit and Cloudbank.
Social Media: https://www.facebook.com/glen.armstrong.5
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So many people visit the abandoned city.
The day obscures meteorites.
And your hair, oh night,
is full of confetti.
Shake it.
I will make a call
from one of the ancient boxes.
I will attempt to leave flowers
excluded from the list
of approved flowers
at the gate of the palace.
There is no more wind
to lift my sweetheart’s dress.
Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has two chapbooks forthcoming: Simpler Times and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit and Cloudbank.
Social Media: https://www.facebook.com/glen.armstrong.5
Return to May 2019 Edition