I’m inconsistent when it Comes to capitalization
by Zachary Bradley
I don’t know how you missed the eight signs, fluorescent and screaming,
but you did.
You hit the grooved pavement like a patch of sand
and it’s third grade, you’re in first place,
flying
Down Minister Brook Drive. You somersault over handlebars
and stick the landing,
face first,
too close to a fire hydrant that you’ll say you hit,
but you didn’t.
Smokey the Bear, the Sadist
by Zachary Bradley
Watching
a fire dance
is easy
until you
have to
put it out,
grind it down
to dirt
so the forest
won’t burn.
Zachary Bradley is a veterinary student at the University of Minnesota with an interest in sustainable agriculture. In his (rare) free time, he reads, writes, paints, plays bass, and takes pictures of things. He also has a pretty sweet rock collection.
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