10.5 / September & October 2015

Child

Wes Civilz

Sometimes in the morning when I’m
waking I feel like my mother is alive
and my father is dead. Other times I
feel she is dead and he is alive, which is
actually the state of things. Sometimes I
wake to the soft bleating of my phone,
thinking they are both gone, and now I
am a tetherless child.

Wes Civilz lives next to a beautiful cactus in dusty Tucson, Arizona. He writes poetry and prose, and he also makes video art that can be found on YouTube. An excerpt from his recently-completed memoir about lust can be found online at Hippocampus Magazine.

10.5 / September & October 2015