Kyle Walsh


In a corridor of light and wind,
leafshadows angle and blur

onto walkways, trickle nameless
over dedications and memorials…

      ‘The city is sliding into the sea’
           a voice engraved,

—but its motion is a ritual of forgetting:
you search the faintest dissembled smiles,

wrought always just beyond, and beyond,
and always behind a partition

you search the tunnels of each face
to falterings of skeptic feet…

             ‘the city is sliding into the sea’

             —wisp of light, turnstile of leaves,
             lift me into a tattered dinghy of air.


Kyle Walsh lives in Oakland, California, where he writes fiction and poetry and plays drums. His poetry has previously been published in Dryland Lit.