by Jacob Langdon
Published September 3, 2021
Is it foolish to gather friends
to drink coffee in a hollow café?
If there is shrapnel in the filters,
we will pick it out. If
there are no pastries
or places to sit,
we will read poetry.
If there is no sky,
we will read poetry,
making a caesura of the silence
There is delight to be found
in Boschian places
where the birds are mouths and the bugs are teeth
and the Tree-Man
with his cavernous torso
is a bus rarely on time
his eyes suckled by the hummingbird in his hat
The men who oink of cynicism
see only dead flowers in a garden
Do not fall out of love
with a world that falls apart
Jacob Langdon (he/him) is one of the first graduates of Sheridan College's Honours Bachelor of Creative Writing & Publishing program. An emergent writer of speculative fiction and poetry long entranced by the immersive worlds and daring action of science fiction and fantasy, video games and martial arts movies, he grew up inspired by atmospheric worlds, feats of bombastic action and the audacious heroes that achieve them. These heroes, the worlds they inhabit and the hope they inspire are the things his writing strives to embody. He lives in Hamilton, Ontario.
He is on Twitter, @Jacob_Langdon.