Poetry - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

W w e h e ro dw e o c m ef r o m, w h e r e d ot h e y grow,the vines of reason, hieroglyphics,the artifacts of tongues?when does waxof...

Drivers Test Put away your phone, and we will go outside.Hop in my car, and I’ll take us for a ride.Driving starts out nice with few vehicles around.Turn on some music and listen to the...

That Leap Munching away in the sun,what could be more pleasant?Fellow Roos scattered as far as the eye can see -My lovely Mary there, mother of 2 and one in the pouch,seems quietly content… SHOUT !...

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...

Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star. Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves. One of pale mornings longs for some meek fulfillment of night. Moony...

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...

STINGERThe autumn encroaches my delineationRadiantMightyRenaissance-styledIn its zibellino accessoryMuddles my reposePigments my memoryJams snouts and tailsAt the bottom of dusty brush washersBrutality demyelinates my axonsI am groping for the pointI’d lost myselfIn the smother of...

SOLACE Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid on the sand with their blanket,guessed...

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...

“time”The hands of the clock move too quicklyAs everything continues to change.Changing from the ideas of simpler timesAnd the constant dream to grow upGrow oldAnd do all that one couldn’t before.As my hair grows...