Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...who he's become..."
"...He was many things..."
Scott Waters is a poet and singer-songwriter living in Oakland, California. He graduated with a Master's Degree in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University.
"...Can crude chaos be noblest?..."
"...on the scale of competitive stink..."
"Soil trickles through fingertips..."
"...the wind is only a whisper in my ear..."
"...faces warmed five degrees by sunshine..."
"Your television lies to you..."
"...I was back in Gaza..."
"...Indigenous groups have been finally granted land rights..."
"This city walks on barefoot..."
"...the artist’s tears are dammed for all he understands..."
"...The sea, insatiable, has known many like her..."
"...I'm left a dancer who can't hear the music..."
"...mesmerizing us with Afro-Cuban songs..."
"...it plays hide-and-seek..."
"...I say it so carefully..."
Who is going to stop this madness?
"You asked me to write a poem..."
"Sad, like, red, is a conveniencism..."
"This is a letter to the man who lashed out..."
"...gravestones are metaphysical name tags..."
"...that must have been another me..."
"My sister’s a chair..."
"...That insidious virus hasn’t gone anywhere..."
Strains. Pains. Cheerless.
"...A million fragments scatter..."
"...Slow traffic for miles and miles..."
"...Society rains hate on men who cry..."