The bad little brother of the Aurorean

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[one_half last=”no” class=”” id=””]Joshua Sterlin[/one_half]

[one_half last=”yes” class=”” id=””]FALL 2016[/one_half]

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I saw the best minds of my generation defeated by impotence

How much
carbon is released
in cigarette smoke,
used to help
the blood in
the lungs to
quiet the doomed
anxiety it alights
with each
sigh?

 

Headed for the Light

It is not my knees that are weak,
nor is it my crest that has fallen
(though something certainly has
dropped below the knees).

 

Weak-End

We carry our frustrations
to the corner of the week,
sprinkling alcohol to it in our blood.
Though refusing it, confession finds us
there, and later, we wrongly place
our excuses, and make them for ourselves,
when truly it is them we are forgiving.

to the corners in our day where again
and again a burnt offering is made
in the lungs. We spill our seed in hopes
of fertility, knowing full well that
the lacerations of our refugia
will not heal (in time) for they are
made not on these Sabbaths,
in these times of strength,
but in the space of the week.


Bio

[highlight color=”” rounded=”no” class=”” id=””]Joshua Sterlin[/highlight] has recently become a Master of ‘People and Environment’ in an effort to resolve his love-hate relationship with the academy while weaving in his love of the land, the skills and religion of the ancestors, and the poesis of both human and more-than. You can reach him at joshuasterlin.com.