Happy Monday. Here are two poems by Matt Turner, who has recently come back from a four year stint teaching in China. Enjoy.

THE CHEF'S SONG

I'm facing south here,
leaning forward
like a shriveled tree.

Surely here,
yesterday,

I had points to make.
Really?

So, do I
hear pipes

even if I hear
wind?

Sometimes
openings resound

like a terrifying
mountain or forest storm -

hundreds of spans round,
like noses, mouths, ears, sockets -

like a crashing
gong.


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JUST HOT AIR

Humans eat meat, however
crows will still enjoy
deer.

__"Righteousness

feels like burning deserts &
lightning which can split

clouds and seas."