Scott Ferry

Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. In former lives, he taught high school, managed aquatic centers, and practiced acupuncture. He has four books of poetry: The only thing that makes sense is to grow (Moon Tide, 2019), Mr. Rogers kills fruit flies (Main St. Rag, 2020), These Hands of Myrrh (Kelsay Books, 2021), and Sea of Marrow (Ethel Press, 2021). He has two books upcoming in 2022: fishmirror from Alien Buddha Press and skinless in the cereal aisle from Impspired Press. More of his work can be found at ferrypoetry.com.

part of my job is writing

notes on patients from an alert systemsometimes when i open the chartthe patient has already diedand the pop up windowasks if i wish to continueeven though the personhas already passedand i guess whenasked this we alleventually haveto sayyes

this poem

is a bicycle with no bolts free-greased and synoviala boy reaching for praise from a dead fathera missile exploding inwardlyin shame for cryingas a grownmangrown as afather implodingwith so many prayersagainst god’s accidents flutteringin the sky like bombs with unbolted belliesmy father sheltering us with his broken wings

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