Green
Jonathan Fletcher
Green, green, green, green! Green, you must’ve seen green: green jungles, green canopies, green foliage, green mangroves, green vines, green moss, green leaves, green insects. Green, you must’ve been green: green camos, green tigerstripe, green jackets, green coats, green pants, green boots, green belt loops, green shoulders, green collars, green pockets, green buttons. Green, you must’ve been green: green sleeves, green epaulets, green gloves, green helmets, green rucksacks, green boonie hats, green straps, green face paint. Green, you must’ve seen green: green buddies, green bodies, Green Berets, green canteens, green grenades, green Hueys, green cockpits, green tail booms, green masts, green skids. Green, you must’ve seen green: green engines, green blades, green rotors, Green C-123s, green fuselage, green empennage, green wings, green propellers, green pylons, green pistons. Then Orange and Orange and Orange. And Orange and Orange and Orange.
Originally from San Antonio, Texas, Jonathan Fletcher, a disabled writer of color, currently resides in New York City, where he is pursuing a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing in Poetry at Columbia University School of the Arts. He has been published in Arts Alive San Antonio, The BeZine, BigCityLit, Catch the Next: Journal of IdeasandPedagogy, Colossus Press, Door is a Jar, DoubleSpeak, Emerge Literary Journal, Flora Fiction,and FlowerSong Press.