Canvas Garden

By Sam Piccone


The flowers that are growing

inside come up through

the heavy tile.

Red and orange sherbert flowers,

smelling like wet

wooden spoons used to stir

ice cream soup.


They grow

on a crank, clinking

with inches that start soft

and grow louder like a steel

tire jack reaching it’s end

and collapsing in a tilt to the ground.


The petals drip

down the stem, seeds

of paint scabbing

the floor,

then evaporating to powdered

milk mounds of pollen.




Sam is currently a student in the Masters of Writing and Publishing program at DePaul University in Chicago. He has a B.A. in English from the University of Northern Colorado. His work has appeared in the Fort Collins Rabbit, Eudaimonia Review, Threshold, Thick with Conviction, Haggard and Halloo, and Earthborne Review. His chapbook, From Behind the Smoke Inside was selected as a finalist in the Eudaimonia Review’s 2011 chapbook contest.


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