By Brad Garber
Of course I have seen the neurons
etching the skies such things do
not go unnoticed as I scurry
a small rodent beneath monsters.
There is water inside the earth
liquid diamonds formed
beneath billions of bare feet
moving toward the ocean.
Red cells wind through roots
soaking up language of oxygen
the world inside out
guts exposed like lungs
purpose forcibly expressed.
Brad has degrees in biology, chemistry and law. He writes, paints, draws, photographs, hunts for mushrooms and snakes, and runs around naked in the Great Northwest. Since 1991, he has published poetry, magazine articles, essays and weird stuff in such publications as Edge Literary Journal, Pure Slush, On the Rusk Literary Journal, Sugar Mule, Third Wednesday, Barrow Street, Black Fox Literary Magazine, Barzakh Magazine, Five:2:One, Ginosko Journal, Vine Leaves Press, Riverfeet Press, Smoky Blue Literary Magazine, Aji Magazine, and other quality publications. He is a 2013 & 2018 Pushcart Prize nominee.