on a morning of no visible storks, only this Mouth full of angel, saint full of pine needle, who among us died to lend me these knees on this mudbank every word must be stone: mother, stone, John Bosworth is a senior at the University of Texas in Austin. He is the recipient of the 2018 Most Promising Young Poet Award from the Academy of American Poets, the 2018 Roy Crane Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Arts, and a two-time winner of the James F. Parker writing contests. He works as a poetry intern at Bat City Review.
The Saint By the River Rolls Up His Sleeves
steady percolation of red fog….
phantom full of coffee-steam,
with the signal so low
rainstorm, stone, slaughter, stone,
neuron, stone.About the Author
