by Ryan Norman Moonlight laps the shoreline astiny-surfed feet dance on the pebblesin the stillness of night.Soft crashes of water on stone orchestratea ceremonious march toward sirens’soft sonnets—vows of forevertogether in the depths of the shallowglittered lake. His steps sink in the man-sown sandcovering the beach of dirt and stone hisheel toe, heel toe slidingone after the other—Soles pound to Read More
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Strange Commandment
by Michael Igoe I want you to rise up,as if from sleep,feel the same wakefulnessyou get when you’re drowning.You must rise in bliss,let yourself play in traffic.You need to take part,in the multicolored parade,a vast opportunity to roast.Off the back porch,covered by your britchesI want the shirt off your back.Please fade into ancient hotelssip black coffee while you clean. Michael Read More