Daniel Blokh is a 15-year-old writer and author of In Migration (BAM! Publishing, 2016), available now on booksamillion.com. His work has been recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, Foyle Young Poets, Cicada Magazine, Thin Air magazine, and more. He is an editor at Parallel Ink.
www.danielblokh.com
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► Daniel's Origami micro-chapbook & selected poem are available below. Click the title to download the one-page PDF micro-chapbook.
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Origami Micro-Chapbook |
Selected Poem(s) |
Cover art: Tune on a Broken Comb
by Lauri Burke
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Every Origami Micro-chapbook
may be printed, for free, from this website.
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{mooblock=Sheep Ribs Bloom}
At night I do not sleep
because there is a train passing someone else’s window. I hear it distantly, imagine the boy in the house next to it listening to the engine breathe past him, and I wonder if this boy is thinner than me. I listen to my own breath and think, Am I a good person? I think of how I might die, my body splitting open, pink tongues around me like fire, like maggots. Then, though that sort of death wouldn’t be bad, I feel very lonely. I think of hiding in the space of one of the walls around me. I would never fit. Maybe the boy in the house by the train could, but not me. I lie and breathe and watch the shadow shifting outside the window. The lower end of a leg or only a shoe painted with moonlight. It calms me down. The shadows outside spin like feathers in water, round and round. It calms me down and my heart beats slower, but I still can’t sleep. How evil of my own hands not to let me sleep! My own eyes becoming the suns they run from. My eyelids burnt dark red from their touch. My eyelids are uncomfortable, so I keep them above. So I watch the shadows outside. The shadows look much much thinner than me. If I could only swallow light. • Daniel Blokh © 2016 {/mooblock} |