(a Shadorma)

Fingers feel
like busted hinges,
creaking when
I move them,
clicking as bone scrapes against
bone, pain piercing nerves.

F.I. Goldhaber’s words capture people, places, and politics with a photographer’s eye and a poet’s soul. Paper, plastic, electronic, and audio magazines, books, newspapers, calendars, broadsides, and street signs display their poetry, fiction, and essays, including What Color is Your Privilege? their political poetry collection published by Left Fork Press. Pronouns: they/them  

Website: www.goldhaber.net