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disperse this light of day mundane so common place dress cool breeze fashion prance through neon night call entry ways go glo violet orange foot pound swaying floors body shake hours long sweat the skin hoarse the voice dream...

clouds color shadow shades grays make black thunder heads white lightning sounds quake destiny departs left over moon bloom to blue clear skies vision in motion Richard Eric Johnson has authored four full-length poetry...

Don’t erect foundation atop shifting sands which devour dreams so you no longer hear your own heart seismic insecurities and other sorrows Find a spot of safety Let boundaries be your friends Security is freedom Eschew sink...

1 Awake in a crib, her right leg aches though she doesn’t yet know right from left. Pain appears after a day of outside play, so her calf begs for Daddy’s massage. Instead, the tot stifles tears with a pillow, for she can’t make...

In the midst of a heat wave, I left my front door open all through last night. Not intentionally. I forgot to close it like I sometimes forget to take pills, what a friend said, turn something on, off. Perhaps it’s just...

that I cut you down with a knife borrowed from the cafeteria on a dark December night because, being Jewish, I never had a Christmas tree, so I went behind the dorm and sawed your slender trunk before you were able to give shade...

Party of the first part— She is bitter. She perceives the benefits wrought from competence, as luck— in others. A buffet of dysfunction kept warm by a heat lamp of anxiety. I vaguely remember her childhood. Something gooey and...

I’ve begun to realize you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and dimension all its own – Chaim Potak There is all around whirling world of silent love everywhere I look quiet merciful hands touch heal,...

when I write a poem about her she is tacit but her child, Blackbird chants a response from nearby budding oak tweets staccato song that flies on cool breeze ascends mossy hills weaves through children-filled park ripples on...

Death ends a life Not a relationship – Mitch Albom Sometimes although I no longer exclaim Our Father a prayer whispers itself asks my eyes to listen to secrets from feminine stars exhaling light like on biblical eve above...