Poetry – Year VI – Number 44 – January 2021

Age is Creeping Toward Me Like the Old Maidin a children’s deck of cards,it was hidden, going round and roundthe table until the last card:a dowdy, with a misshapen hat. Like a spider webnot seen on...

The Lord’s Prayer Trumped Our Faker, who art in the chalk-white House,pumped is thy name, crumbly is your fame.From thy sand trap, thy will be done to what’ll be left of Earth in the name...

86’d i don’t writeanymore instead i useemojis andpost cat filtered selfies with approvinglycategorized stylishcorpses who dream of findinglove behind blackmirrors to satisfy the façadeforced upon by thegiant glitchwhich gnaws away atour core persistentlytill our bones...

Something is Hiding The hint She stops mid step caught by a taught line of memoryit runs along the skin of her collar bone where hisfingers barely touched, so delicate, so sacred werehis feelings for...

Deadly Sin #8 I confront the White Bull of the page - Earnest Hemingway My cherry blood thuds against good judgment.Recollection of that begrudged learned lessonbouncing toward intuition. No reason or verseto choose either traveled road...

Bar-tailed godwit ‘What happened?You are lost in deep thoughtsLooks like you made a long solo tripLike a bar-tailed godwit'I asked my beloved. She continued her meditating tranceSmiled, showing her soul,And finally landed on earth. 'When we are...

Roses bloom in darkness too. Loves rose grew from her lips to speak of loss and courage through what leaves the body but never dies She had his heart, clung to his soulAs the salty tears...

The Word The word fell into a vat of wordsThe vat so full sometimes a wordSpills over and is lost The word drifts down through other wordsMingles and shiftsLetters rub offLetters are addedThe word meets friendsHolds...

A Moveable Meditation It is the kind of day best taken n inside a truck -- heat on, wipers against the windshield, and the rain and leaves falling in unison but not of equal parts – maybe a hundred raindrops...