POETRY: 2020

Poems published in literary journals in 2020

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Published in Clementine Unbound,

October 27, 2020

This winter spring summer
has been a long haul of suffering
and silence, of sickbed days on repeat,

with life pared down to its essence

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Published in The Literary Nest,

Volume 6, Issue 3: Fall 2020

I sat in my yard today for the first time
in weeks, no, the first time this spring,
and as I sat, a light rain spattered around me.

 

I sat a little longer, feeling the sky darken,
the shadows grow sharp, and the birds sing
more brightly, as spatters turned to drops.

Hikers on Cliff

Published in New Verse News,

August 3, 2020

We are standing 

in a very dangerous place

calling the children to peer over the edge

of the precipice

as if it is a class trip

to the Grand Canyon.

Row of Houses

Published in Halfway Down the Stairs,

June 1, 2020

We dwell in this quiet
house, sealed tight from a world
grown unfamiliar over long breathless 
weeks. Dry hot battles have waged 
within these walls, each day won, 
or lost, with the steady flood 
of oxygen, to the rise and fall
of body temps and the tight 
burn within my chest.

Wet Glass

Published in Crack the Spine,

Issue 262, May 22, 2020

The bartender gave a final wipe
to the hotel bar, tucked stools
beneath tables.

We followed the signals,
rose, reluctant from hidden
loveseat, the others
now gone, one
by one, or in pairs

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Published in New Verse News,

April 24, 2020

The president wondered today
if we might wipe out the pandemic
with disinfectant, like we swipe
over doorknobs and countertops,
sprayed inside our bodies, or
tremendous amounts of light.

Eggs in Bowl

Published in Stirring,

Volume 22, Ed. 2, Spring 2020

What I want today
is the voice 
of Alice Waters inviting me
into her warm kitchen,
to select greens,
imbibe their sweet fragrance,
shred them bit by bit
into an earthen bowl

Sparkler

Published in Cabinet of Heed,

Issue 32, April 2020

It could take a lifetime
to recover
from the daggers
you speak, proud,
uncensored. But yours
are not
the words
of a brave man.

Abstract Lights

Published in The New Verse News,

April 7, 2020

I have spent these slow motion
weeks watching the world scramble
and panic through the 8 square inch surface
of my phone, cupped in the palm of my hand.

Wooden Surface

Published in Kissing Dynamite,

Issue 14, February 2020

​She said she could feel a spirit
in the middle room,
that she felt someone
had died right there,
in the room
with the wide plank floors.

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Published in New Verse News,

January 5, 2020

In Australia, the magpie 

pipers have sounded the alarm. 

Strange singing sirens lure 

us to belated attention,

whistling their learned panic 

cry as we lean in and stare.

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