Two Poems by Reuben Woolley

Reuben Woolley was born in Chesterfield, UK but now lives and works in Zaragoza, Spain. He has been published in various print and online magazines such as Tears in the Fence, The Lighthouse Literary Journal, The Interpreter's House, Domestic Cherry, The Stare's Nest, Ink Sweat and Tears, The Poetry Shed, Nutshells and Nuggets, Yellow Chair Review, Bone Orchard Poetry, and The Goose. His first collection, the king is dead, was published by Oneiros Books in 2014. A chapbook, dying notes, was published by Erbacce Press in 2015 and a short collection, skins, about and for the refugees was published in 2016 by Hesterglock Press. He edits two online magazines, I am not a silent poet for protest poems about abuse, and The Curly Mind for exploratory work.

lazy suggestions

so

they suggest

lips whisper 

these spaces.they do not 

sew

like spiders

a pattern of air 

      i’ll eat 

a wing & liquify 

my solid dinners

suggestively

the exercise of speech.i'll 

trap the wholly

innocent

i am

immaculate 

 

                     hungry

this is the way 

the world was chewn

requiems & other souvenirs

this

particular

now 

is when things fell 

apart.look

at the present

mythologists

busy 

in my future

they walk the underground 

where minotaurs 

don’t go

                   oh invent 

another story / where 

we can dance our funeral songs

Reuben Woolley