Ars Poetica
it is more warm than fireside / eyes shining orange and soft, /
it is more human to me / than my meds in the dark / winter morning before frost / can sparkle and hands / can work, it is more real / than a porch stained with / watercolors in summertime / or a strand of red string / caught in long hair, it is / more augmented than a girl / growing into his manhood, / it is more lonely than a fall- / ing egg from a nest in the rafters, it / is more transparent than the tape / that holds my memory together, / it is more warm than fireside / eyes shining orange and soft, / it is more real than losing, / it is more human than loss, it is more human than loss /
Gabriel Z. McCreath is an FTM poet with an enthusiasm for writing about queerness, mystic-manic ramblings, and general awe at the world in his poetry. He has read his work at the Massachusetts Poetry Festival, and his previous work has appeared in Bullshit Lit Mag + Press and Typishly Magazine. In addition to writing, he enjoys metal music, religious studies, and teaching middle school art lessons. Find him on Twitter at @bel_archange.
