Robert Beveridge




The cubes’ faces contain symbols
you have never seen before, yet still
you use them as dice.  Of necessity,
you make up the rules as you go.
Do you gamble? Pray? Add spices
to a pan of vegetables? Communicate
with creatures no human has ever seen?
You don’t know, but the symbol
combinations please you. You toss again.





Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). He published his first poem in a non-vanity/non-school publication in November 1988, and it’s been all downhill since. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Green Silk Journal, In Parentheses, and Wales Haiku Journal, among others.