A native New Yorker, James Penha (he/him🌈) has lived for…
The flowers are slim and small and trumpet-shaped
flaring out and out and out and out and out
and out of which a single spindly tube protrudes.
Forty-five million years ago, they landed
in the sticky sap of a tree
now extinct
in a forest
that no longer exists
on Earth.
the tree died,
they submerged
in layers of gravel and limestone
welcomed,
documented:
Strychnos electri . . .
electri . . .
after the Greek word
for amber.
A native New Yorker, James Penha (he/him🌈) has lived for the past three decades in Indonesia. Nominated for Pushcart Prizes in fiction and poetry, his work is widely published in journals and anthologies. His newest chapbook of poems, American Daguerreotypes, is available for Kindle. His essays have appeared in The New York Daily News and The New York Times. Penha edits The New Verse News, an online journal of current-events poetry.