Poetry - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

Waking Up The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains. Our winding road is glistening, fresh with...

Simultaneous PerceptionPixels in 24 bitI stand by the ocean shore,and I went screaming in black and whitewhile glitches danced on my skin.JPEG animations flooding out my kneesthe fluttering of those chatsthose 1997 Internet aestheticslinger...

sisters could i just make a candle of youto burn your essencearound mesheaths of fire marigold to bask in the spiral twirlof your silken smoke rings burning mail and twigsand memories on torn papertequila wine skinny dippin...

PegasusWhen spring comes and the winged wind brings itthe seeds of life and the boldness of the harbinger of creationthe wonderful sublimation of matrices that healin a cosmic dance provided in the attraction of...

Sext Halfway to midnight& still the need for words to break the dayin two, regardless of how tired the tongueis from digging pearls of praiseout of silent shells. This is whenthe Captain turns the rudder intoflesh, at peace with how thebow...

while we’re away lights on the bayflicker twice, then recedeto the crawl space of Summerwinds resonatingthe deep chilled wisconsin And winter will whipwhile we’re away yet waves rarely sleepopting instead to replenishthe sea and her sandswith the...

Dancers on a rooftop Sirens in flight, light feetAnd white - if only you wereLess bright, I, the messengerSin sight could dream your great heightBut I deem myself far removed From white-light. Henceforth I simply evaporate Butterflies They break...

The Undead With a tip of the hat to Sam Kinison. I think about Frankenstein, the mummy, zombies, ghosts,vampires, Nosferatu, poltergeists and revenants. All of them died, but somehow became undead. They haunt our dreamsand waking hours...

Science Class Mud deluging between mytoes, up my legs, splatteringinto my hair, liftednot an inch above murky water, tangled with cordgrass,reaching alongside my invasivelimbs, all of me excavatingthis Dauphin Island playground for annelid worms, marshperiwinkles, or even...

The Pull of Stonehenge We set out from BathThrough the EnglishCountrysideThe relentless greynessOf the skyLending a constant drizzleOf drama to the dayIt can be seen for milesOn the horizonAs we approachThe sarsen towersOf mysteryAnd the...