CROW CASTLE by Gareth Culshaw



by Gareth Culshaw

The sun wanted to come in,

but autumn was holding it back.

I watched leaves fly like broken

wings from dead birds. The wind 

held an invisible trawler that netted

up the litter of trees. I was in the 

in-between, wandering from place

to place. A peregrine barreled past, 

undoing the sky like a zip. When I 

reached the top a wind came from the 

outside. Throwing itself into my body 

as if all the words I had ever spoken 

were being erased. When I got back 

home I noticed my words reached 

further than ever before.



Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales. He had his first collection out in 2018 by Futurecycle called The Miner. He has his second out early 2020 called Shadows of Tryfan. He is an MFA student for Manchester Met.

(Pronouns: he/him)