Listen, poem with no hands in it, / back off and like, keep your distance. / If I say the sky is what holds us together / then you’d better be, let’s call it, / a little nicer to its clouds.Four poems published in ITERANT
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.
