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.