The first time I was afraid of the future / we had arrived at, I was swatting a text / like a mosquito. I do the same to snow, / which is actually a dream insect, / but too beautiful to look at.
2 Poems published in print at commonmeasure.press
Mike Bagwell is a form of mutual antagonism towards the sky, a writer, and software engineer in Philly. He received an MFA from Sarah Lawrence and his work appears in Action Spectacle, ITERANT, Sprung Formal, Heavy Feather, HAD, Okay Donkey, Tyger Quarterly, THRUSH, Annulet, and others. He is the author of chapbooks A Collision of Soul in Midair (Bottlecap), Or Else They Are Trees (El Aleph), and micros from Ghost City and Rinky Dink. He runs a reading series Ghost Harmonics in Philly. Find him at mikebagwell.me, @low_gh0st, or playing dragons with his daughters.
