Poetry by Jos Charles


From February     

Another side to this a slump in the wood a fact                                       coming out it there                                       are windows we                                       enter there are sounds in the dark Rosemary dead Naomi at the clinic           Leah in hospice in bed           and debt Throwing books           to the thresher a poet           read So less than our           nakedness A coda           A garland of chang           ing names A current gives as much as it has given you who, I swear, I saw gone round the tidepools yesterday at noon But the world is gone But the world is a lake the size of a lake



Jos Charles is a poet, translator, editor, and author of feeld (Milkweed Editions, 2018), a winner of the 2017 National Poetry Series, and Safe Space (Ahsahta Press, 2016). Charles has an MFA from the University of Arizona and is pursuing a PhD in English at UC Irvine. She currently resides in Long Beach, CA.