Phil Spotswood
Summer 2025 | Poetry
Morning Sonnet
Hello to hacked
fir limbs harboring
gnarls of plastic waste
I wasn’t watching when you went unidentifiable
Hello to hollow
rockbranding residence
hello to future grounds of
pain I thought we’d already established this
Good morning to the bilious stop
sign tethering my sight along
the droughty path
it will take one or two minutes to reach you
& cicadas will scream
& molt beyond the span
Phil Spotswood is a poet from Alabama. His most recent work can be found in mercury firs, Broken Lens Journal, and The Westchester Review. His chapbook, The God of Knots, is forthcoming with bedfellows. You can find more of his work at https://www.philspotswood.com.