Bold as bold and shimmering gold as the sunlight fights through humidity, stacking the layers of weather then dying black as holes, until you question whether they’re alive or just the blemishes of mis-laundering. A small constellation of flies rest and lick salt from the jogger’s brilliant orange shirt where he sits splayed in the air, the locals find chilly in their jeans and sweatshirts and my northwestern bones consider comfortable safe from the overly familiar embrace of New Orleans
the no-see-ums have been at my ankles so each time I stop walking my skin prickles sharp pins then I scatch expecting a wound to rise blood to flow pain to abate but it stays watchful for my next step possibly enjoying the sweat and rain running down my legs as the camera flash lightning strikes away north exposing painless fish several feet beneath Lake Ponchartrain coasting until hunger awakens their fins and drives them forward to find their prey or eat the young of their own kind
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
calm and quiet the sun breaks the branches creating shields of light and shadow all the creatures in the woods come to the feast the bears brought wine wolves, brought a pie the squirrels, brought a side dish from an
For Lord’s exultant installation thou Singest for the performance at Ludlow, Of greatest Virtue that high Heav’n bestows On mansions virgin demoiselles doth house, That no temptation could utterly soil, No evil spirit ever durst to foil, Nor Circe’s son
That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If
Money too much, children’s laughter; Fall apart beneath the moonlight. Make me cry tears of blood, ever after; I think I want to die tonight. Dog bite scar puts pain to skin; Leave it out and let me in. Kiss