Always taking submissions for Underfoot. Send 8 poems— any length, previously published is fine, along with a bio & a paragraph on you process, poetic philosophy, what poetry means to you, or all 3 rolled up together; i am interested in transparency, i want to see through you— to email@example.com.
My jealousy a phantom limb
—the young French lad
studying architecture | his love
a Korean girl with a broken leg
but a fixed heart— bit of serendipity
: (i met them last night
in a local café down the road).
Everyone is important | sadness
sustains | there is function |
mobility though heels dig-in |
hesitant to being dragged home
—elsewhere | lovers remain
: how is it that we gamble
good for uncertainty…?
Though i witnessed the departure
of these young lovers | i still
think train stations more upsetting
about | grounded travel | the limit
of distances | obdurate tracks.
Evening broke the clouds
& too | likeness of talk in
the open where the nearness
of sun is eclipsed by want.