Moonbathing by Allan Peterson | ||
Before I was born a grandfather added himself to the rafters, tongue a black tulip. Something was unbearable, dementia like grinning weed, infesting the compass rose. Sunsleeping. Your ivy dies and you put at risk the evermore, its double names: anxiety and dread. If you listened you could hardly move. is a weight that extinguishes itself. I towel off the light, The iris are apparently screaming
ALLAN PETERSON'S manuscript, Anonymous Or, won the Defined Providence Press competition. New poems are forthcoming in Fine Madness and Notre Dame Review. Recent print appearances: Marlboro Review; Rhino 2001; Pleiades; Bellingham Review; Iron Horse Review; Amherst Review; Southern Poetry Review. Recent Online journals: poetscanvas.com; words on a wire; Wired Hearts;2RiverView; Drexel Online Journal. Awards: Florida Arts Council Fellowship in Poetry; NEA Fellowship in Poetry.
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