Rushing Pittman is a transman from Alabama. His writing has appeared in Heavy Feather Review, Annulet, Sundog Lit, jubilat, The Boiler, BOOTH, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Bodega and other various journals. More of his work is forthcoming in Press Pause Press. He is the author of the chapbooks Mad Dances for Mad Kings (Factory Hollow Press, 2015) and There Is One Crow That Will Not Stop Cawing (Another New Calligraphy, 2016). He earned his MFA in poetry from the University of Massachusetts Amherst. He is an editor for Biscuit Hill, an online poetry journal. More of his writing can also be found under the name Elijah Rushing Hayes. He can be contacted at rushingpittman@gmail.com.
In my hands an old trusted steeple…
Sinking slowly, tenuous, down to a safer place…
Reeling the tree line out of my chest…
I have the ancient blue stone on my windowsill…
I cut off a part of my body because it could see too much of me…