Poetry – LINDS SANDERS

Big Talks with Big Brothers

I don’t want to tell him Joe Rogan isn’t a deity.
::: Published in DECOMP JOURNAL:::

Stop romanticizing fly fishing.
Don’t name yourself brother
to the sky’s white rattling throat.
::: Published in SCAPEGOAT REVIEW:::

Like all secrets, waiting in dusty corners to dart when the door doesn’t latch behind.

::: Published in PLAINSONGS :::

I forget I was there, only five at the time. I like the story better without me in it.

::: Published in GYROSCOPE REVIEW :::

Underneath must be a collection of bones—

::: Published in THE SHORE :::

Did I look away when you brushed your ambitions behind your ear?

::: Published in ARTHROPOD JOURNAL :::

With my left hand I flick Morris code into my sternum.

::: Published in ARTHROPOD JOURNAL :::

I’d think it all perfect if not for a store-bought drone ripping it all open

::: Published in BLOOD MOON POETRY :::

Twisting into every dead end, I’m deserving of my place here

::: Published in FOLIO :::