Wes Civilz

Wes Civilz lives deep in the forests of New Hampshire, which are lovely but have ticks. He posts micropoetry on Instagram under the handle @wes_civilz, and his longer work has appeared in journals such as The Antioch Review, The Threepenny Review, Arts & Letters, and Quarterly West. He was runner up for the PNM Award for Poetry in 2021.

In My Father’s Home

Childless, I become the father of my father.To my father I feed this soup. I am unloved by women.My father has nearly forgotten his love for me, and I seek to unrememberthese weeks of unsleeping in his home. Thin veins of snow stitchthe grass outside. The home leaks heat. Driving into town, life moves along,normal as the wind as it… Read more →