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walking bishop back to moonlight by john compton

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walking bishop back to moonlight

i foreclosed on two homes & a lover

then found this man
with thick brown hair, scalp buried
beneath a jungle—

with a mind, black as a night full of rain.

filled with ghosts, from east & west,
he animated & elevated
into a manic suitor
which called       to me      like a siren’s mouth.

we made temptation into a game:
our bodies confided,
knowing we already knew
how to play,

though by the end
forgetting
the other’s name:

i let him leave a mystery.

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john compton (he/him) is a gay poet who lives with his husband josh and their dogs and cats. he is the poet with 14 published chapbooks/books, with the latest book: the castration of a minor god (Ghost City Press; december 2022) and next chapbook: melancholy arcadia (Harbor Editions; april 2024)

winter coat & a half glimpse of the world by john compton

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winter coat & a half glimpse of the world

fingers crackle like a frigid bough.
an ice blossom sprouts.

summer is my grandmother’s voice
asking if i’d like a bowl of chili.

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john compton (he/him) is a gay poet who lives with his husband josh and their dogs and cats. he is the poet with 14 published chapbooks/books, with the latest book: the castration of a minor god (Ghost City Press; december 2022) and next chapbook: melancholy arcadia (Harbor Editions; may 2024)

two poems by john compton

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mary

your mouth is my grandmother’s.
now she speaks with her dead voice
from your vocal cords.

the sharp vowels try to pin my conscience—
strong consonants devalue my power;
the words themselves leak resin.

wife & children escape her teeth
trying to catch me. she cannot understand
i don’t want either,

that i am not gay because i choose to be
but simply: i am.
her pyramid scheme of love

is ancient.
she drives to me with prayer.
i turn her away with heat.

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rowland

if my father had not sewn his palms
to my mother’s womb,
i would have never known his existence.

his voice like vinyl, thick & scratched:
barely audible through the skin—
if he had known my ears worked

maybe his voice would have been louder
& he wouldn’t have been afraid to say
i love you.

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john compton (b. 1987) is gay poet who lives in kentucky. he lives in a tiny town, with his husband josh and their 3 dogs and 2 cats. he has published 2 books and 5 chapbooks published and forthcoming: trainride elsewhere (august 2016) from Pressed Wafer/tba; stranger in the attic of cloud (tba) from dead man’s press ink; that moan like a saxophone (december 2016) from kindle; ampersand (march 2018) from Plan B Press; a child growing wild inside the mothering womb (june 2020) from ghost city press; i saw god cooking children / paint their bones (oct 2020) from blood pudding press; to wash all the pretty things off my skin (sept 2021) from ethel zine & micro-press. he has been published in numerous magazines and anthologies. he has 2 pushcart nominations.