New Poetry by Joel Schueler

Shell(ey)

I have brought for you this shell
from the molluskan mortuary. Listen to it.
Hearsay says you can hear might
of sea here. Take this chump — not
the hunter just the picker, and hear
sin fall in. My lament
sits this one out because I took out
the going of the dark and stored it
in the hole of this white and orange grave.
The lived-in jacket in my hand: gold
in a quartz vein. Anyway, how’s everything with
you?


- © Joel Schueler 2020

Joel’s works appear in ten countries in over forty publications including Pennsylvania Literary Journal & The Brasilia Review. From London, he has a BA(Hons) in English Literature & Creative Writing from the University of Wales, Aberystwyth.