Four Poems by Samuel Rowe

Potluck Magazine have published four of my poems, tight.

across the seine during last summer’s #tourdefeed

across the seine during last summer’s #tourdefeed

snakes on snakes cc: @ithinkimchelsea

snakes on snakes cc: @ithinkimchelsea

Kangaroo Guilt, also known as (aka) the Marsupial Version Of The Killer Whale Guilt, also known as (aka) Kangaroo Guilt

there’s a new poem up on KILLER WHALE JOURNAL.
it’s by natasha von kaenel, uc berkeley student, pro nose picker, pregnancy avoider. has a really long title. warrants it.

#tbt getting hustled by @far nklpalmer

#tbt getting hustled by @far nklpalmer


I’ve added a contributors page to the KILLER WHALE JOURNAL website, and am slowly filling in individual bios…. featuring an enigmatic Titus Groan and a horticulturist Ollie Kane


this is the website for KILLER WHALE JOURNAL, a contemporary poetry journal founded and edited by a friend and i.
VOL. 1 is coming very soon….

Still Life with Plaster Cupid by Paul C├ęzanne

framed in the tub yr
deft frame spitting
sexy droplets and

Draw me like yr French girls
you said head in
the bowl trying to tell

blood from tomato and
as you thrust a
banana aloft in my

face I thought Here
a spear trapped in fibre could
that be translated?

you slipped back into the
bath grasping
overripe pears to

shoot pears at the canvas pears
rapidly growing then
dismantled almost

traceless but for
brief percussion dialogue between
canvas and pear then

my paintbrush
clamped in yr pearl drops
Water-Lilies by Claude Monet

beyond the frame is
a bird
exploding so
the pond is

in bird. that is
drenched by
the first Spring Phoenix

fire feathers

shivering on
the pond surface

wet fire feathers

Spring Phoenix
born from ash
stolen from swollen
fire grates and
invocated in
sweet lullaby by
the Sunrise King

whose coronation
takes place in

pond burnt crimson and
pond stroked violet and

in dawn dew and
in dusk dew and

Sunrise King sings
feather glimmer onto
the pond sings
an impression of

violence sings
bird onto the pond.

i’ve been writing a lot of ekphrastic poetry recently (because original thoughts are difficult):