by R.B. Simon | Jan 10, 2022 | Poetry
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,...
by R.B. Simon | Aug 28, 2021 | Poetry
~For Lavender (In Memoriam, May 6th, 2020) The dragonflies dove between the shafts of sunlight as the baby sat in sweet swaying grass next to the weed-packed bucket. We’d talked hours, our labors hardly labor, before falling into companionable silence, gingerly...
by R.B. Simon | May 16, 2021 | Poetry
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....
by R.B. Simon | Mar 27, 2021 | Poetry
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...
by R.B. Simon | Mar 9, 2021 | Poetry
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...
by R.B. Simon | Oct 23, 2020 | Poetry
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...