Omens by W.M. Faulkner

“The world’s resource of choices are being depleted. For myself as a young adult, the spectrum of choice is a narrow one. Career paths are limited and stunted; movement and experiences have been similarly constricted by accessible time, money, and energy. In poetry, however, I have found a space of unlimited autonomous choice. My words can be placed and spread to communicate the deepest wells of myself or jumbled to the point of complete incomprehensibility. And so, I am an artist in the Hudson Valley, New York with work published in Penultimate Peanut Magazine and Genre: Urban Arts Journal.” Twitter: @workmarytr, Email: 217workmartyr@gmail.com


Omens

Sometimes I leave the door open
For a chance of a breeze
You might take it for an omen
But none in my home leave