Devin Patrick McCarthy was 18 years old (at the time of this poem’s submission) and had lived in Oregon all of his life. Devin says, “I have traveled into Canada and Mexico and hope to attend the imfamous “Jack Kerouac School of Disenbodied Poetics” in Denver in the upcoming year.<\/p>\n
If there is one thing that Devin could say about writing it would be, “You must fall in love with words.”<\/p>\n
Kiss<\/strong><\/p>\n The third eye Devin Patrick McCarthy was 18 years old (at the time of this poem’s submission) and had lived in Oregon all of his life. Devin says, “I have traveled into Canada and Mexico and hope to attend the imfamous “Jack Kerouac School of Disenbodied Poetics” in Denver in the upcoming year. If there is one thing … <\/p>\n
\ndances on plastic plate
\nand sees me in the otherside.
\nThe down ward slope of lips
\nthen up
\nuntil an impasse;
\ntwo ships,
\nthe night half dissolved,
\ndrift into one ocean,
\nlike new baked bread
\nrising in its
\nsweet, heavy scent,
\nlike knowing you love silence
\nand here again your lips<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"