I don’t write poems. I make poets of men
long life spent slung with men
while stolen child named golden marvel
this is the hand, the hand that takes
slow, still, out of reach
Thanks to Mallory Smart and Ben Roylance for choosing my pieces. These poems are part of a five-piece set on the Welsh goddesses. You can read “Blodeuwedd” at Public Pool, and “Branwen” will appear in the “Resistance” issue of Jam Tarts in August. “Arianrhod” still seeks a forever home.