Home is a parcel of bones I carry with every rigorous step and breath.
A place dislocated like bladed ribs bearing the burden
of clamped blood- lines rerouted. Home is putting
ear to ground to hear grumbles of earth paved over. Secret garden
of dormant seed; ensnared subsoil. The contrails of a mind
pulsating like a comet before it burns off into blank space—
unable to hit paydirt.
Joe Amaral's first poetry collection “The Street Medic” won the 2018 Palooka Press Chapbook Contest. His writing has appeared in 3Elements Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, New Verse News, Please See Me, Rise Up Review, River Heron Review, The Night Heron Barks and University Professors Press. Joe works 24-hour shifts as a paramedic on the California central coast. You can find him at jadetree.org