Firmly Planted By Streams Of Water
by Milo E. George
you see what you want in the surface of trees
at false spring i looked & a face was looking back at me
trees talk & if you listen closely to their limbs swaying &
their roots reaching you’ll see they’re
connected like us &
speaking like us &
mourning like us &
maybe you’ll believe me when i tell you i have faith
in the astrological compatibility of trees
& instead of running late, we arrive, but i’ve long since
learned that life’s story never ends as we imagine
so i invent another world
where i look & it’s you
looking back at me
Milo Gorgevska lives in the dreary suburbs outside of Toronto, Ontario. Nonbinary and queer, they identify as a menace to society’s traditions. As a jack-of-all-trades, they are an author, director, poet & screenwriter. Previously, their writing under the pen name ‘Kara Petrovic’ has been published in Philadelphia Stories, Train: A Poetry Journal & others. Their self-published poetry collections are available for purchase at most major sellers. Their debut short film, SHARDS, placed in 8 festivals worldwide and was awarded Best Cinematography.
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