A step down from this mossy brook,these arms hug a murmuring pond.
Your chestnut fingers are long absent,my opaque knuckles are nakedand who cares if my ass is grass.
Hello, yellow sun who doesn’t reach.
Shifting about,lily pads and nettlesit’s unforgettable how I see
more of myself in this reflection.
~ Tyler Gabrysh
Tyler Gabrysh has appeared in Geist, Jones Av., […]
Every time the nurse calls a name, his mother,
with great difficulty, gets up,
“Hurry,” she says in a shaky voice,
“Or we’ll miss our turn.” He looks up from his book.
“It’s not you, sit down mom,” he says flatly,
and then repeats it yelling.
She is hard of hearing.
He is a son with white hair and the need […]
My mother, who has been a widow for a year now,
can’t remember because of old age. She is mad
about that because, “it is so annoying,” she whines.
I have never been able to remember at any age.
“You have to help me,” I say, “Remember
where we parked, level three, on the right hand
side, in the corner.” […]
Leddy Headbutter –
named after his colour
and head-butting habit:
I’ve finished cruising. Wake up.
You can pet me, feed me now.
a gray stray who cried
for days before we found him
trapped by a wasp nest
under the back yard driveway
now strides across his yard
marble grey
with bright slit green eyes –
how could he not look
like he just swallowed
Plato’s cave canary?
He […]
harvest moon –
menopause hot flashes:
my wife moons me!
*
harvest moon –
no steelies, no tombollies,
no bull fudging!
*
harvest moon –
God’s best tombolly
left in the circle
***
(All free and clear.)
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~ Richard Stevenson
Poet’s note: The second two are variants on the kids’ marble game theme — something I’ve always associated with the fall. A tombolly is an oversized marble (usually […]
