Supplication
by Devon Miller-Duggan

[prose poem]A little genesis, please. It’s the ink, Lord. It feels like you forgot to make the ink make the words. Let it not be my brain gone desiccated as a desert hermit’s throat. Let inspiration flow like incarnation, like respiration, like substantiation. If ink were blood and blood were wine and wine were bloodline, … Continue reading Supplication
by Devon Miller-Duggan

Laudete Verbum
by Devon Miller-Duggan

Tup, though charming, lacks the poison of F. Bang, though violent, lacks the chuckle. Plow’s too agricultural and stinks of barnyard. Sleep with is, well, a snooze. Coitus’s only used by those to dried to do it. IT’s a fog, a screen, a wink, a cheat, a chicken. Boink’s a cartoon—condoms and fireworks both in … Continue reading Laudete Verbum
by Devon Miller-Duggan

Tree, Shadow, Short Circuit
by Devon Miller-Duggan

Crook-armed acacia bark all split and sedimentary, branches dissolving into green feathers without control of air. Shadow like a snake’s back—all mottle and shift. Out in the sun-slugged dirt, red-throat blossoms from the flower-spikes above spiked ashy-green stems— I could learn the name they sing at me, but I’d forget. Even now, 81 years into … Continue reading Tree, Shadow, Short Circuit
by Devon Miller-Duggan