Falling / Heat / The Weekly Ritual by Jonathan Butcher

Falling The other side of that water, under that shelter distanced from your voice, as the lightning strikes a single fork, hitting the ocean’s horizon. That humid breeze, like an oven blast, slowly tips my patience and allows your eyes Continue reading Falling / Heat / The Weekly Ritual by Jonathan Butcher

Three poems by Jonathan Butcher

Patterns It was only a slight break from that four day trawl. that leaves us wounded with grazed, grit filled shins. We hobble forward limping with both legs, our carpets now torn from this peculiar dance. We await that final Continue reading Three poems by Jonathan Butcher