Charlie Clark




One thing about fire,

even the slightest

tongue will seek

another to burn.

Same as these

hands. Always

beckoning. Lucky

thing, to see

one’s need made

being, limbs a-hum,

lit with the sight

of it, whole red

body waving,

saying come. Come.



CHARLIE CLARK’s poetry has appeared in Pleiades, Smartish Pace, Threepenny Review, West Branch, and other journals. He studied poetry at the University of Maryland. He lives in Austin, Texas.


Read more by Charlie Clark:

Poem in The Collagist
Three poem in Kenyon Review
Poem on Verse Daily
Poem in the July 2012 issue of B O D Y