​Poems Published in Magazines and Anthologies

THE ROOTS ARE HORIZONTAL LADDERS

I WANT TO SWING ON THAT SWING NEXT TO YOU

I THOUGHT I COULD TALK TO BIRDS

HYPOCHONDRIAC TRIES TO GET PREGNANT

IT'S THE SOFT OATMEAL

DAMAGED

A POOL OF COLORFUL KOI

TO MY INTERNAL CELLIST

IT'S THAT POP

AFTER THE DEEP SLEEP

HERE IS THE WANT

THE MASTER AND THE APPRENTICE

ALL SOULS DAY















 
 
© Colby Cedar Smith