Thursday, August 20, 2015

New Poetry by James Diaz

The underside of river run

From now on
this word and light
will be
all that you have

a tiny stone
carried since September
on the inside of your sleeve

a stack of unpaid bills
next to an unread book
on Anarchy

the yellow moth
and the strange pond 
past Oswego

a house built
on shadow
and childhood echolalia 

life deferred 

but more true
than anything else you can remember.

- James Diaz 2015

James Diaz lives in Upstate New York. His poems and stories have appeared in Cheap Pop Lit, Pismire, Ditch, Collective Exile and My Favorite Bullet.

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