By James Diaz

can’t drown it out

the screamin’ through the walls

could be then

could be right now 

so hard to tell in this fading light

one more knock

and you’ll let anything in

to stop the bleeding

of time

one small piece of skin

crosses another white moon

you swallowed whole

and aching out

the star dust

come catch the flame

and all is not well

but you’ll get it there

twenty thousand scattered pieces

at a time, hymnal blood

back porch of nothin’ you know about me

describes what I seen

how hard it is


to know when to stop

and when to go.

James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (2018, Indolent Books) and editor of the forthcoming anthology What Keeps us Here: Songs from The Other Side of Trauma. In 2016 he founded the online literary arts and music journal Anti-Heroin Chic to provide a platform for often unheard voices, including those struggling with addiction, mental illness and Prison/confinement. He resides in upstate New York, in between balanced rocks and horse farms. He has never believed in anything as strongly as he does the power of poetry to help heal a shattered life.

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