Adam J. Gellings

Jan 6, 2025 | thebaffler.com | Adam J. Gellings |Adrian Van Young

My one good eye continues to have the last laugh; it has no other company; once considered a perceived threat: it has since been removed off the X but from time to time still levels with the clumsy cataracts of the widowed key-maker: my one good eye follows the crow’s feet just below the arch of brow-line where it has learned to sit with its nose to the skin of the earth & really listen; it found a penchant for archeological fragments; fishbones, polished groin, the strident cry of the cock;...

Oct 16, 2023 | poets.org | Mark Irwin |Jay Parini |Marcus Jackson |Adam J. Gellings

Skip to main contentFind and share the perfect poems. Page submenu blockI was born in the early evening behind an old door at the end                                                 of autumn. Imagine a woman with child. A mouthful of hair. A fist forming. A stone bathtub & a rough sink. Thick paste of salt                                      & cold  applied directly to                          the stain. Blue eyes. A collective                          gasp.