Jacob Butlett, Two Poems

trees, red sky, winter, leaves hanging on

Pyramid Paperweight
a thing poem for my younger self
Jacob Butlett

On the paperwork the paperweight’s
Your brain in a desert of fire.
Those times you find yourself in tears:

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September 23, 2018 0

Tom Montag, Early Spring

Early Spring
Tom Montag

The wind has
let down the sky.

Small birds fly
into afternoon.

We are leaving
winter behind.

The birds know it.
We know it.

All the green things
have been told, though

not all of them
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December 31, 2017 1

Steven Concert, Sunset at Times Square

Sunset At Times Square
A Villanelle
Steven Concert

Reflecting in the setting sun,
mannequins in quiet repose
while bodies crash in unison.

So hurriedly the people run
to destinations no one knows.
Reflecting in the setting sun,

where elegance is mixed with fun,
white limousines in lengthy rows
while bodies crash in unison.

Where gridlock fights the engine’s gun,
the burning fuel assaults the nose.
Reflecting in the setting sun,

the city rhythms beat as one.
Broadway shines, its radiance grows
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December 27, 2017 0

Michelle Reale, Liberation Army

Liberation Army
Michelle Reale

Well, you know, it’s really been, you know, quite a trip for me.
—Patty Hearst

Everything pointed to survival. I was Patty Hearst with a loaded gun,
but really, more like meringue: all flourish with little substance.

The cinnamon I craved was dark as peat, still, I sprinkled it over everything.
My task was subjective. I tied the Gordian knot and focused on digestion.

The suppression of the lump in my throat was a collaborative effort.
My peripheral vision has failed me more than once, my words concise in a clutch. Continue reading “Michelle Reale, Liberation Army” →