Poems from Jack Galmitz
In the winterI wait for summerand the starlings' murmurationon a hill in the distance that where I livepasses for a mountain.It is like the...
Let us not seek beauty.
Let us remove it from our vocabulary.
It is not American.
It cannot be targeted.
It does not belong in an Empire....
The old men in the dark
When it gets very bright
like a flashbulb going off
in your face at a wedding in the night
old men see the...
Upon a Time
She had tattoos of stars colored in luminous white on her breasts, along her back, near her tailbone, around her belly and...
To the Black Hole:
I’m afraid I don’t know who else to write to.
The fire is brightest where the sun holds its hands.
Where I was born is...