here, beside the Suckered Sea, Rubén, I speak my truth if the frog is the measure; if reptile’s soft croak, the song write it in blackwater my brain’s a wetland; hear the chirping? harsh petal...caught in the drift; what flowers in these waters, what tincture of soft death? I came back to Chi- cago to make a new start. I was- n’t looking for trouble. Not one sermon to preach about the death of cities what’s grown under me in my sleep? emptied watershed who owns these waters’ transience? “wet to water, the rain turns to earth”
Garin Cycholl's recent work includes Rx, a novel on practicing medicine without a license during a time of American political upheaval, as well as The Indianan, a play on corruption culture in the New Plains Review.
