Dec 30, 2022


Photo by Clément Falize on Unsplash

If it’s all about Death
and commas,
then who is listening
to the sparrow’s songs?

Spilled dirt and loose
severed petals,
signify a separation,
but from what?

Who knows the reason
a certain scent
of vanilla or spruce
works like a vise

on the tear ducts?
The poet notices
how light seems…



Jay Sizemore

Provocative truth teller, author of 19 poetry collections. Cat dad. Dog dad. Currently working from Portland, Oregon. Learn more at: