Three Poems by Chad Hoogervorst

Ultramarine She was throwing grapes to the birds when I noticed her rosy-tipped fingers and long dark hair bound above her head like a fathomless black deed as she noticed she turned her face smiling eyes crackling Much later I found the way to her body and there was not a soul but a churchyard beautifully decorated by ivy and veronica colored heliotrope I felt crisp fear at how she moved in a…