Bleeding For The Moon on Its Fractured Edges:

Let me cut myself
on your fractured edges.

I am okay with bleeding for my moon.

(Ahhh, such a metaphor it makes the poetic community wet. Fuck. I’m just saying I’d do anything to keep you safe (and quite a lot to keep you happy). If we were in prison, maybe an abandoned one that we snuck into to take pictures and monkey in, and we become stuck in a jail cell, I’d let you eat me. That’s how I know I love you. I’d let you eat me.)


Jeremiah Walton graduated high school spring of 2013, and hit the road in the following fall. Jeremiah manages Nostrovia! Poetry. His chapbooks are available free at Gatsby’s Abandoned Children. His most recent writing is shared at