2 Poems by Stephen Scott Whitaker

Spell for a Ruby Crowned Kinglet Nest & Brood

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Turn five around and around, nest crowned with cob

and silk. Turn five around and around, nest furred

and tucked in. Turn five around and around, fly east

for pine needles, fly west for feathers from the dead

hawk. Return and weave and tuck and titter.  Turn

five around and around against all bad weather.

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A Few Lines For Steven K who Died Sober

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Somewhere a radio plays “Turn the Page”

and your age comes in clips, synaptic breaks,

so much is lost in the moment

and regained, as only an old man knows how

to experience it: good in reverse, misfortune ahead

like an inevitable sign post, kudzu creeping

across the broad scar of the backroad

you favored once, as a young man in love.

About the contributor

Stephen Scott Whitaker is a member of the National Book Critics Circle and the managing editor for The Broadkill Review. His poems have appeared in Fourteen Hills, Oxford Poetry, The Scores, Crab Creek Review, & Third Wednesday, among other journals. Mulch, his novel of weird fiction is forthcoming from Montag Press in 2020.

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