#joe nicholas

[mortalpractice]

undress my heart and call me moonwhale

Joe Nicholas, from “Pointing to the Window While Asking for the Door,” excerpted in Alien Mouth

[uutpoetry]

from The Beauty of Admission

Joe Nicholas

There was the loneliness that fell from your hair/Tangled in the mashed potatoes/Is this funny to you? Often i laugh so hard that i cry & sob so hard that i smile/What is this pulling my scalp against the blade?/There’s ice in the glass & it’s always singing/It’s always sighing Won’t you melt with me?

Joe Nicholas’ work can be found or is forthcoming in BOAAT, Chiron Review, Found Poetry Review, Fruita Pulp, Weave, and other wonderful magazines. Their chapbook Street Monk is forthcoming from Bottlecap Press.

[mollymcghee]

JOE NICHOLAS

An Exhausted Poem Written While Staring Out the Window on the Last Bus Ride To Jim’s Farm

I wake up as myself in a room I’ve never been in. I wake up as an octopus. I have always been an octopus. I wake up as a tree, but all my limbs have been sold for broom sticks. I wake up as an ostrich digging holes in the sand. I wake up as a star, and my skin screams burning. I wake up as a tooth being ripped from the gum. I wake up as a broken spider. I wake up as God, and realize I’m dreaming. I wake up as a dandelion, and am swiftly swept away. I wake up in the same place that I always fall asleep in. I wake up as you. I have always been an octopus.

first published in Fruita Pulpa

[mollymcghee]

WHERE EAGLES HAVE BEEN The golden eagle is the most silent of the prey-birds, and perhaps that's why it's my favorite, but maybe it's the gold as well, maybe it's all gold and all eagles, and all the spaces between their feathers where the wind sneaks through.

Where Eagles Have Been | Joe Nicholas

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