God is too small. He is meant to be the last, / but the rest of the sky keeps planning more // which is a little sad. My friend filled / my hands with rocks. Not that kind of fill, / I mean taxidermy, only the good rocks, / the unsmooth ones that no one throws.
“Grammatology” and “Pastoral” published in Tyger Quarterly
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.
