after the playground

after the playground

standing in darkness fingertips dulled with cold             breath a bird in my throat i am swimming in potential eyes grazing the stars             frantic for compass points nothing is static under me, the ground undulating at your approach             floating,...
Prairie Fire

Prairie Fire

Each year, the placard tells us,      Ho-Chunk Indians          burned this prairie to ash,       rooting out invasive species –            the buckthorn and the honeysuckle,                   so eager to conquer                       and upend precarious order....
Second Harvest

Second Harvest

  she is such a tiny bud, raw with winter’s scrubbed potential, born to high winds to parents of dune thistle grandparents of red baneberry lost in a rough country of ancestry not recognizing oak from aspen             from elder i want to bring her baskets of our...
Marriage Advice

Marriage Advice

Last night after a fight with my lover I sat on my front porch under an umbrella, vicious thunderstorm pounding down around me, tugging the umbrella slantways and shaking, as I smoked my cigarette angrily, watching the park across the street light up with electric...
Reflections on Geese Flying South

Reflections on Geese Flying South

what freedom .        there must .             be in taking .                 wing away from .             what instinct .         says will .     starve you s l o w l y ©  2019  R.B. Simon First published in Issue V 2020 of Blue Literary...