by Seth Jani

Published in Issue No. 236 ~ January, 2017


The paint dries, blue as a nodding sea
In the brain’s trenches.
The scent travels to the cerebellum
Which fine tunes our longing.
The exact hand brushing up and down
The house’s flanks
Desires to live between
Perfect walls of sky.
Wherever the movement started,
Whatever the spark was,
These long unparted boards
Are the result.
When the work is done
The heart’s motor eases
Into a glass-eyed purr.
The magnitudes of blue
Resemble the summer so precisely
The occasional bird
Flies right through.

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Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress ( His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at