by Seth Jani
After a small certainty there is always the hunger come back up, like a prayer, from the dark body, filling the world with yesterday’s losses. It demands we turn and face again the incarnate suffering with its deep blossoms, its metallic seeds. We learn to call out into the fading light where some distant star breathes with otherness. Reminding us, that though we are connected, it is a long and fearful way.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). Their work has appeared in The American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, Rust+Moth, Pretty Owl Poetry and Psaltery & Lyre, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at www.sethjani.com.
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