SPRING SNOW BY STEPHEN ULLOM
They will melt in time
as all things do,
bending to that tired but relentless god
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They will melt in time
as all things do,
bending to that tired but relentless god
Posted by admin | May 28, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 2 |
After driving for almost an hour, he begins, “Look you have been asking your mother questions that are none of your business. Leave it alone.”
Read MoreThe heart can be anywhere
Chasing sugary illusions
Flimsy promises, gentle lies
Imagined Edens of togetherness
The house on South Street, once splendid, columns as girthy as oak trees, a Greek temple façade. Who wouldn’t live there? Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite.
Read MoreI grasp the thin stem of a wine glass and savor
the oak flavor of the chardonnay within. In dark
recesses, images flicker like an old movie.
a leap of faith into the upside down,
yin side of yang circulation
where blood darkens to a spent wine
as if it spilled out of the mouth of a drunk
if old dogs
can have ticks + ringworm +
fleas, this septuagenarian
cat can use a recliner
the vain fruit of the vine continues, even then,
to disown its offspring vinegar,
rejecting both clear and cloudy,
fluids nonetheless destined to outlive
and outserve their fathers
All talk at the ship’s railing is of cameras,
magnification, and who is standing
in the way of the best shot.
51-degree Champagne at the 42nd parallel,
you pull a magnum from the plastic pail ice bucket
Posted by admin | Jul 16, 2016 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
How can summer
apples know
winter wind
in December hollows
our prehistoric nomad ancestors
drank beer before learning to make bread
