Luke Johnson

What I mean when I say God

is river is womb skin

is the face of my father,
a terrified ruin—

is both hands on his throat 
as an egret lifts,

an ember inches from snow.

Luke Johnson’s poems can be found at Kenyon Review, Narrative Magazine, Florida Review, Frontier, Cortland Review& elsewhere. His manuscript was recently a finalist for the Jake Adam York Prize, The Levis through Four Way Press, The Vassar Miller Award & is forthcoming fall of 2023 from Texas Review Press.