walled in (i love this game) — The Aurora Journal

Clem Flowers

season of death brings the new and there is beauty in the decay out along our blowing blue hills
perched down below godless peaks that turn the deer sideways & we light fires to help the night
along but the way it rips along the snow reminds me of when I was a kid & my mom brought me
to watch her friend's daughter perform in Nutcracker Suite & there was this awkward tilt of
beauty & it's the same I feel now knowing your head is on my shoulder as we watch the wind
take away the ends of decay off to dance along the wave of moonlight that managed to sneak by
the farmhouse roof as we let the cold air stoke the flames in our hearts as our bliss threatens to
raze the valley

Controlled burn

the night now belongs

to the flame of rose peaks

the fog holds hard

Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a poet, soft-spoken southern transplant, low rent aesthete, & dramatic tenor living in a mountain's shadow in Home of Truth, Utah with their awesome wife & sweet kitty Hella queer & Nb poetry editor at Blue River Review, with publication credits including: Olney Magazine, Blue River Review, The Madrigal, Pink Plastic House Journal, Bullshit Lit, Corporeal, Holyflea, Anti-Heroin Chic, & Warning Lines Magazine. author of chapbooks Stoked & Thrashing (Alien Buddha Press) The Mutt Burns The Belt (Sparrow's Trombone Press)& Two Out of Three Falls (Bullshit Lit.) Found on Twitter @clem_flowers