Gregory Lawless’s poems have appeared in Ilk, Sixth Finch, La Petite Zine, Thrush, H_NGM_N, Pleiades, The Journal, Third Coast, Salamander, Verse Daily, Best of the Net, and many others. He is the author of I Thought I Was New Here (BlazeVOX, 2009), the chapbook Foreclosure (2013), and Dreamburgh, Pennsylvania (Dream Horse Press, forthcoming). He publishes work by and interviews with other writers here: ithoughtiwasnewhere.blogspot.com.
All night the shepherd led his marbles through the blood of the cousin.
The cousin lay down, laid down, lying down, the cousin gritted her teeth amid all that rattling and fed herself a cup of moon.
Okay. It’s not going to get any better. I can say that because the cousin and I are related.
We grew up in the same castle, and we both look like shoes.