My sleep
I’ve learnt the ABC of insomnia by heartAnd developed my grammar of itChasing stars by night and playing hide and seek with the moonMy sleep was pissed off by counting … Continue Reading My sleep
Space Race
Engaged in a mad race against time, people Create gods that ebb and retract like tides, Feel a need to give every thing some name Attempting to assign intelligible meanings. … Continue Reading Space Race
Chance of madness
After Edgar Allen Poe Trigger Warning: depression, suicidal ideation tell me everything horrible you did when you learned to survive without anyone when silence rushes storm tide and you succumb … Continue Reading Chance of madness
(TIME)
…as time flies fast – unless GOD cuts its wings.But then time seems to simply start to runout of space. Time sometimes only bringsslow-motion sighing from the setting sun.Yes, time … Continue Reading (TIME)
Never thought regarding why
I began purchasing decrepit paintings from thrift stores. Possibly feeling sorry for artist long forgotten underappreciated or long dead recipient. Carefully removing frames clean layers of grease cigarette smoke life’s … Continue Reading Never thought regarding why
Roll The Stone
Roll this stone off my chest, I say, the one that weighs ten tons. It contains memories of a thousand deaths, forebears mummified or packed in dry ice. Make peace … Continue Reading Roll The Stone
When Did My Fingerprints Disappear?
fog on windows we once opened rush of summer air how sweet to imagine your fingers Intertwined w/ mine But now you cook macaroni while I haunt our bed Erin … Continue Reading When Did My Fingerprints Disappear?
Everyone’s Inventory
Item: womb; elastic, working thermometer, no windows. Item: child; cute as an heirloom, nude music, confirmation bias. Items: 3 bottles of growing up; 1 empty, 2 more or less half … Continue Reading Everyone’s Inventory
I Heard You Died
I heard you died. It came across In Facebook feed. O, what a loss For me, for sure. I haven’t seen You much of late, but you have been A … Continue Reading I Heard You Died
Salem January V||
On Winter Street the old ice-damaged maple With the fairy door at its base, A warm picturesque entrance, maybe three inches tall, Flanked by two tiny windows and a pebble … Continue Reading Salem January V||
In The Woods
Paul Ilechko is a British American poet and occasional songwriter who lives with his partner in Lambertville, NJ. His work has appeared in many journals, including The Bennington Review, The … Continue Reading In The Woods
My Mother on a Winter Day
Yesterday, my mother made a snowman. She slipped on her red mittens and her knit hat, pulled on her boots, and walked outside into the winter light. She rolled a … Continue Reading My Mother on a Winter Day
Answered Prayers
After “Answered Prayers” by David Sylvian “There are only two things in life, one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” Oscar Wilde Prayers fall … Continue Reading Answered Prayers
Faces of December
The city has not opened the warming center Leaving the blankets to be crumpled onto the sidewalk Where ground meets wall. Across the street A four level parking structure cradles … Continue Reading Faces of December
Crash
We were one that night- bumper to bumper, metal against metal dented, crumpled. my side tangled with yours. I heard you shout over blaring sirens: Are you okay? Just shaken. … Continue Reading Crash
Still We Stand
San Antonio, Texas Still we stand. Not so you. Not on a stone pedestal. Not visible from Martin Street. Not overlooking land you never reached. In a basement you now … Continue Reading Still We Stand