III: Poetry by Robert Beveridge & Photography by Kris.K.G, 1

grudgeThree Children, Redux

What was once just a prick,
a place where a safety pin
had punched,
is grown now, rent,
infested. Its pattern
matches the rest, the pus
and blood that oozes
from sores the only motion;
the rats and their companions
are finished here. One arm
reaches up, as if in supplication,
or prayer; what once were eyes
gaze toward the ceiling
and its makeshift galaxy.


The wail never ends, the toddler
grips the bars of the crib,
too small to climb out, too large
for comfort. He can see
a piece of one jeaned leg, the other shoe.
Neither moves. Neither has
for a very long time, perhaps
forever. The child is conscious only
of thinness, of a thinness
that increases with each
successive sunset.


Dawn, and its grey light
that filters through the jimsonweed
by the side of the road.
Mother and son together,
one arm locked about the other,
her thumb cocked
in the wilderness of apathetic
eighteen wheelers, SUVs,
station wagons. Her son
holds out his cup of juice;
his mother smiles, takes it,
nestles it under her arm
to heat what little remains.


Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances include Chiron Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and Riverrun, among others.

Kris.K.G is a London based photographer. His photography has been included in the anthologies, Garland of the Goddess: Tales and Poems of the Feminine Divine (Bibliotecha Alexandrina, 2016) and The Dark Ones: Tales and Poems of the Shadow Gods (Bibliotheca Alexandrina, 2016), both edited by Gerri Leen. To enjoy more of Kris’ photography, be sure to visit his DeviantArt gallery, along with his personal site, Kris.K.G—Surreal Photographer.


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