Two Poems by G.L. Ford

Poetry

to try and fathom/ the absolute oneness of/ each moment in its/ infinite and deplorable/ succession,

Lines Written in Early Spring by Hobo Scumbag

Poetry

When I think about spring and summer I think about all the Spring/Summer collections on the runway, I think about ice cream, I think about bare feet on warm sand, and I think about all the death that had to occur to bring us to this moment.