Jeffrey Kingman

Winter 2025 | Poetry

When We Were Kids

 

They won’t see what you

want them to see.

The ghost, sheet replaced with a comforter.

 

Coffin on wheels rolling the hallways.

Tourist in Chartres to distract from your

skeletal horse-ridden half.

 

Blue stain on your spirit, the glass rubbed off.

I left home at 14 is a safe bet.

An old soul adrift in France.

 

They wouldn’t be so rude if you were double.

You’d rather go to a simpler place

but when they deny what’s best for you

 

you tend to evaporate.

Under a willow tree

we trapped fireflies in our cupped hands at dusk.

Jeffrey Kingman lives by the Napa River in Vallejo, California. His poetry collection, BEYOND THAT HILL I GATHER, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2021. His poetry chapbook, ON A ROAD, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2019. He is the winner of the 2018 Eyelands Book Award (Greece) for an unpublished poetry book, a finalist in the 2018 Hillary Gravendyk poetry book competition, and a finalist in the 2022 Prime Number Magazine Award for Poetry. He has poems published in PANK, Clackamas Literary Review, Crack the Spine, Visitant, and others. Jeffrey is a copy editor at Omnidawn Publishing. He has a Master’s degree in Music Composition and has been playing drums in rock bands most of his life.

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