Hiram Larew is one of the featured poets in our Summer 2017 Issue. He has graciously allowed us to reprint his poem here.
I’ve never been able to add right
Somehow for me one plus one turns into black wavy hair
And all the stars up there—they just become
Eyes glancing down.
Even as a kid when I overheard someone counting
All I could think of was skin.
I am just estimated
Like how straw scatters in wind.
Things are almost too much for me—
When I dream of vast prairies
Or am in a crowd of luck
I’m stunned by so much desire.
In fact lately I’ve realized that
When a tally is taken
I’ll be the chewed pencil.
Hiram Larew’s work has appeared most recently in vox poetica, Every Day Poetry, Honest Ulsterman, Viator, Shot Glass, Forth Magazine, Seminary Ridge Review and Amsterdam Quarterly. He is a global food security specialist, and lives in Upper Marlboro, MD.