The Beck and Boy

by Ewen Glass

Mark de Jong

is not a pub, it’s a stream, meandering black circles halved by footbridge. Kids rhyme their way past skulking little duckies; my six year old is either a great poet or six years old. He catches shrimp in a bucket and releases them. He is a stream. I long for that insistence. I want to say keep at it, but I catch myself.

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Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and a body of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Abridged, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art Poetry. Bluesky/X/IG: @ewenglass