Poetry
Promethean Lit Mag

I walk out 191st station
to a coffee cup’s steady jangle.
As jazz fades in my ear, 
I’m greeted by a smile 
inside an ash grey beard.

Thank you so much! by Devyn Flores
Poetry
Promethean Lit Mag
Lemon Squeezy

Uh oh, I’m getting sad again.

Lemon Squeezy
Poetry
Promethean Lit Mag
American Sycamore

Birds arrive, already folded. Spring
is hung on the tallest tree. 

American Sycamore
Poetry
Promethean Lit Mag
Rodentary Reststyle

when lights go out i make like mice

Rodentary Reststyle
Poetry
Promethean Lit Mag
Where it Counts.

In school he was brave, bombastic, hyperkinetic. 

Where it Counts.

Devyn Flores