Lew Watts | 3 poems

Fanny Pack

I learn it is worn around the waist, perched on the buttocks. In other 
words it’s a bum bag, something for carrying small things, like fags. 
I have an urge to tell her that where I come from the word fanny is 
slang for vagina, but I remain silent—some things are better left unsaid.

oysters the taste of the sea in her hair

Published: Modern Haiku, Summer 2016, vol. 47.2

A haiku selection

wild juniper
the way she was
after gin

Published: bottle rockets, issue 34, February 2016

between two mirrors
I become my father

Published: Modern Haiku, Summer 2016, vol. 47.2

no wake zone
drifting off
to the creak of oarlocks

Published: A Hundred Gourds, vol. 5.3, June 2016

recounting her vertebrae—
the midnight silence
of never

Published: Frogpond, vol. 39.2, 2016

waning moon
each night more dust
on her dinner plate

Published: Modern Haiku, Winter 2016, vol. 47.3

Note for File: Non-Work Related Fatality

When I said I had to let you go
I should have said I want to let you go,
that all along I knew that holding on
to you was wrong, that you would never grow

beyond a nine-to-five. I had a strong
belief that there was somewhere you belonged,
somewhere where your lollygagging mind
could thrive. So when you simply said “Doggone ...”

and rolled your head, you almost seemed resigned,
composed, as though you knew your life was mine
to use and cast aside. But then a reckless
tear druzed from your eye and it was time

to call Security—who came and checked that
you left the building, your face still perplexed as
they led you past the sign that read “We pride
ourselves in being a weapons-free Texas

office.” When they turned their back you’d pried
your gun loose from the rack and knelt beside
the truck, your eyes wide and terrified.
Each night I greet the black veil of a bride.

Lew Watts

Lew Watts was born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, and educated at the universities of Bristol and Reading, earning a First Class honors degree and a PhD, respectively. After working in Europe, Scandinavia, the Middle East, and Africa, he moved to the US in 2002.

His poetry has featured in many journals and anthologies, and his first collection—Lessons for Tangueros, about the experience of learning to dance Argentinian tango—appeared in 2011. His first novel, Marcel Malone, was published October 2016 by Red Mountain Press.

He is incoming Vice Chair of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, sits on several corporate boards, and received an honorary Doctorate from Bristol University in 2016. He lives in Santa Fe and Chicago.

Click for Lew’s personal website, Facebook page, and Goodreads Author Page.


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