Devon Balwit

Eat me, I say. Bite me. Pincerslice into soft webbing. Champ cuspids. Beakpick to bone. Lift me, shake me, breakneck, side to side, side to side. Dogroll over my unthreading innards. Bury muzzle in bloodmuck. I offer myself. I drizzle a garnish.

Devon Balwit has two chapbooks: How the Blessed Travel (Maverick Duck Press, 2017) and Forms Most Marvelous (dancing girl press, forthcoming). Her poems can be found in Glass: A Journal of Poetry, The Peacock Journal, The Cincinnati Review, The Ekphrastic Review, The Stillwater Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Red Earth Review, Aeolian Harp Folio Anthology and The Inflectionist Review. She lives with her family in Portland, OR.


  1. Marilyn Flower says:

    I think I like it.

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