Three Poems – Spring 2019

By August West


Arms rise: tongues

in dark


voice night

rooms, song broke


from ground

so quick, what


we said of fear—

your hands, each


bone, soft

warm counting.






as he handed me a drink, he began to hum a song
and all the boys there at the bar began to sing along
—Lowell George



…I feed sparrows and

I feed hawks



in mist dark


azalea, spin


vine, almost

not quite

sideways, that





paint, tar, no soap:

clouds know—


drums first, click

the roof


of your mouth—dance

blue water



end stage :first day

of school


got you crying

—a drop of


morphine for

your tongue, swallow


air, see you there



…tan pants blue

jacket white shirt


little blue, mother

shopped for you



in advance, can’t

tell which


you get—scrub

the cellar late


night, bitter

stalk discarded


animal fat, red pepper

we eat.






Spoon don’t

know what

mouth, bee

say where

the flower at


ghosts: too

damn many

Don’t snuff

that wick!

want smoke


a crush of


tomato stalk

rain sweet

the shell


and bone

dog bring

big medicine

Oh, Mary

there’s a baby


on the stone.



Nothing, beyond folklore, is known about August West.


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