Saturday 5 November 2016

1 Poem by Jake Tringali

invisible ink

it is not widely known but
god has a tattoo

she got it when she was a young anarchist
and bored of the endless

the tattoo started as one elegant equation
that transformed into a candle,
bloomed into a colorful zoo of particles,
and coalesced into droplets of universes

once the tattoo was finished,
it was unchangeable

inevitably, it faded
god’s interests went elsewhere


Born in Boston.  Lived up and down the East Coast, and then up and down the West Coast, and currently in Los Angeles.  Runs rad restaurants.  Thrives in a habitat of bars, punk rock shows, and a sprinkling of burlesque performers. Throughout 2015, publications include Catch & Release, Boston Poetry Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, and twelve other fine journals.

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