This Town This Life
In the early afternoon while they liein bed the furnaceturns on.Somewhere in her housea floor-board creaks.
I love . . . when you touch me here, she says,
I want to touch you there every night, he […]
blue skies poetry
| vast horizons, new words
OUR CATEGORY : Allan Boss
April showers bring May flowers
Germany 1945.
Two sisters pick soft yellow chamomile
On an open birdsong-filled hill
Chamomile scents plummet onto yellow fingers
Sunlight shoots down from above.
Their foreheads glisten
with beads of sweat. The girls run,
Tumble down the hills
Laughing, digging, tossing flowers
Into the air where
Two buzzing dots
Mark the sky.
The older sister takes her sibling’s hand
And runs runs runs runs
Toward home as […]
Cutline: a slice of civilization through a forest; a ribbon pierced through timber.
I drive my Chev ¾ ton 4×4 through ruts on a muddy cutline and at the bottom of a hill there’s a bit of a swamp so Pal says, it can’t be deep; just go on through, so I say yeah and I giver and we hit the water and it’s deep and we jostle […]
