Poems by Jamie Trower

Amid dusk when the skywas peppered sour orangeand the sun sat sideways,we watched a notchof a meteor blisterand break above

Crumbs of crumpled tealeaf twist about the blanched afternoon hour. I have shifted onto my third fresh cup and my

I kept your concentration for long enough.I kept my promise to call your bluff.I kept the blessed wine and holy