Little Wounds by Mike Wilson



Little Wounds


They’re flying drones, not kites

in the March afternoon park

where I exercise my soul


No diamond-faced sailors

chest-bumping urgent wind

blowing in renewal from Gaia


Just winged plastic, microchip

sensors, stringless humming

switchblades slicing air






Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in magazines including Cagibi Literary Journal, Stoneboat, The Aurorean, The Ocotillo Review, and in Mike’s book, Arranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic, (Rabbit House Press, 2020), political poetry for a post-truth world. Mike resides in Central Kentucky and can be found at mikewilsonwriter.com