by John Sibley Williams | Mar 26, 2019
Bloom —for Kazim Ali Yesterday it was leaves, now snow suffocates the seeds. What’s meant to flower flowers underground or not at all or we haven’t the kind of eyes that recognize color breaking earth,...
by John Sibley Williams | Mar 1, 2018
John Sibley Williams was a finalist for the 2017 Neil Shepard Prize in Poetry Piñata Body broken into. All the sweetness torn out. Brightly dyed paper flakes linger in the grass as if someone has sanded down the sun. The husk of an animal hangs loosely...
