JW Burns lives in Florida. Poems and short prose have appeared in several journals, most recently Triggerfish Critical Review, After Happy Hour, Smoky Blue Literary Arts Magazine .
Perched on the bowone of the zinc-faced men spittingthrough vacant teeth, tweezing shellfishoff the bottom, now clerking at Dollar General.Oysters gone with a fresh wind, shells crushed driveways.Mullet still flip, avoid the hook. Storms from the futurethreaten small skinned houses, twisting curtains,banging those back doors off their hinges.No more lines of women fronting deep sinks,knives twitching, slime gauzing freckled forearms.Investors… Read more →
Let loose, the comet trails darkness,scratchy bright silencebirth canal to IV tubes,preserving the smell. You tolerate the tasteof missing tonsils, floating insidean otherwise piffled universefull of sloshing stars. A few raw hours lateryou’re the grounded pigeon, headstretching to make the ice creamgo down slowly.