Suddenly God is invisible and tells me to rule you. Yes, ok. The hero and the blood he carries. I’ve stayed in my room while my city floats into another city like cells multiplying. Love is mine, love’s debt is to me.
Soren Stockman
Soren Stockman: Sound
Going without is the key to returning. Water smacks the glass and fills, the friction when I rub my sleeve up my arm. Of course, birds. Myself swallowing, and the refreshing ah after. Sinking into new sand. The cup put down on the table. Breathing. Still imagining the yellow moth’s wings lightly on air. Burning. […]
Soren Stockman
Soren Stockman is the first-place winner of the 2013 Narrative 30 Below Story and Poetry Contest. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Iowa Review, the PEN Poetry Series, St. Petersburg Review, H.O.W. Journal, The Paris-American, and Narrative Magazine, among others. Singing Saw Press published 100 broadsides of his piece, “Witness,” illustrated by printmaker Anne Marie O’Neill, in 2013. He edits the forthcoming Spring House Journal and works […]