Poetry by Ian Schoultz

we fly in the gullet
of some strange bird
landing on worlds
thickening
peaceably
holding the slight stillness between
the shy sky
the tiny spaces
inside we
howl
like how
hush old feather
these losses we take
in waking
i miss you in a room full of you
i hear thru i hear
when what is left
is left
Ian Schoultz‘s poems have appeared in Rogue Agent, Vagabond City, Wild Roof Journal, Autofocus, FEED, Dream Pop, and other journals. He holds an MFA in Poetry from Louisiana State University and teaches writing at Southern University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
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