Aaron Fuchs Poems

but if I look up it's down
(to the bottom of the ocean)
see a sea painted grey,
constant in motion.
...

I have run away to this place,
surrounded by pine trees standing tall
among fallen, rotting comrades
with fingers of sunlight blindly wandering in between trunks,
...

Tumbling and outfalling of mouth
everything comes that
lay inside my chest.
there's a swirling
...