Poetry – Year V – Number 41 – October 2020

Flower Girl (V2)  If you get a chance, please listen to Mp3 audio, poem song, Flower Girl (V2)-special. (Tears in Your Eyes) By Michael Lee Johnson Poems are hard to create they live, then die, walk alone in...

i carry this house with me / because in me is this house she wants horses, so young me carefully glides the marker across the ruler and builds four walls for the stable, an oval for the trough. she works...

GLASS DOORKNOB You with moist hands And heavy eyes, Reaching up for the glass knob Of a mirrored door. I was afraid it would break In your small hand.  My Hinged knees, Unsteady voice, hoarseness, Heartbeat:  struggling, Hammering even. Lateness of wisdom. But you were inside, Where...

Backwards People say time is a circle or line, but really, it’s a Ray. It has one point fixed ages ago, and the rest shoots out like a line, Moving forward and forward for all of eternity....

The Couple Clouds tipping overhead Heavens spilling forth their bounty love and tenderness seeps into the ether the couple watch the air twirl their love into a cyclone towel wrapped ‘round their naked bodies sea water dripping from their enlaced fingers sand between their toes they lay together in love Explosive There’s a...

Temporal Lapse, Chestnut Street I move clay pots and watering cans, plant chamomile under cloudy first light, emerald clover velvety against shins. There’s a song in my head with no place to go; I hum notes in the rising...

frontier me, stochastic and riverine— a watershed body. beavers build temporary dams inside my large intestine. I am no agent. I am only acted upon. sometimes ecologists pry apart my arteries with latex hands, inspect my perpetual motion blood machine. inside brackish...

Muse You disconcert me at times, silent at the door, As in the morning breeze your long tresses flutter, Eyes downcast as if you were about to confess A sin so terrible that it can’t be uttered. I am...

Hang a Light on the Moon Keeping a close watcheyes glazed from lacking true sleepit’s the thing he doeswatching each breath in and outpraising every moment looking for the signswondering what happens nextnever coasting hopeas the...

I Never Learned to Shuffle Cards cling together, but break in colliding waterfalls of cardboard not ending in order but creating chaos of red and black. The game returns order, Patterns picked and piled, but once complete are returned back to the sea to find...