An odd time for coral
bells, green-edged,
purple—varicose swell.
While dark mother
swaddles her unnaturals
under blank gash in sky,
you’ve passed yard’s far
edge, where fences bend
toward world’s end.
How odd it is to say
where in the world, knowing
not where nowhere is.
Jason Brightwell lives in a tiny coastal town tucked away just off of Maryland's Chesapeake Bay where he finds himself routinely haunted by one thing or another. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in many journals, including; Gravel Magazine, Sweet Tree Review, Right Hand Pointing, and many more. You can find him online @jasonbrightwell.com.