Issue 26: Sam Wilson Fletcher


A wave spills tiny monuments

sprays fleck starless beeps

whatever he wishes is deepest

whatever he wills, euphonious

and aphanitic under observation

in old plastic at the Tischlein

dented with Xs, crosses, open triangles

shafts flow over reckless water

laughter billows silk and ink

The ship holds Boltzmann in Holz Harbour

while little suckers leak buck tar

the twelve limbs sway, flesh buckles and trips

flesh runs in cascades

Boltzmann steadies his crib

making way for second place birds

black lizards in the first place

Blue tongues are natural, he says

a gold breath leavens the dough

In ravioli barrels, banded leeches

brandishes and cribbage in the bilge plates

wrinkled with rubber veins

the trademark Boltzmann scour

he fronds the wounded mate

in purple fractures

swim iodine squiggles

a sign of freshness in action

like ragged bread, his upper load

with trembling antennae

apex caveforms shift in boxes

a sound ice makes in time

Blue Pill

Laughing in colour

ripens the muscles

lathed speech sparks

high on time


in other words, glorious

phrase wastes

line lengths pace

as wind tears

strips, layering forty weeks

in one wild hour

like pink stars

refulgent eyes

find the self inside

the unintentional sparkle

an oil bubble

curves an orange

cluck on willow

a darker green mirror

speckled with embers

conceals the sound creator

in small provincial cages

tankers, weed faces

brash in deprivation

the spectral head

land flippers

coloured crumbs

a jackpot hologram

in black waves rose

around the bomb

boobs, balls, whatever

diamonds or rhinestones

and gold gold gold

is a body fluid

desperation? howling

all we have is knotted

memory threads

here, take this 1-stroke

penne glitter poem

rain window dribble

race, merge as page

pressure drops

till barely touching

bolt tips from blue

brains flash

packed in feathered salt

as quick cold hands

cognate in statuary skies

cumulus with rage

swerve, ditch, spin

Sam Wilson Fletcher was born in Lewisham and studied at Oxford and Harvard. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in the Earthbound Poetry Series, Tears in the Fence, Magma and elsewhere, including the recent Seren anthology, 100 Poems to Save the Earth. Next summer he’ll be poet-in-residence on board boats exploring Antarctica and the Canadian Arctic.

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