Poetry: Amanda Deboer Bartlett

Spring nights, too, I wandered uptownunsheltered devouringfree-floating particles of other people’s conversationsguzzling the scent of milky treesfrothingshoweringpromises at my feet I wondered what we would be...

Amanda Deboer Bartlet so i turn up at Lindsey’s after she’s already carried the tree home andthere it was in the corner, the branches stillstiff...

Miniature No. 2

Because someday it will be illegal or poisonous or both Because your hair doesn’t matter, and neither does your shirt Because you want to make out...

panning rush a man made of leatherlooks backwondersthen wanders I swallow aburning pomegranatecommon rockssloshing in the silt of my weedy water please come back sift away my murk...

Glasses