POETRY PACIFIC

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The Bird On The Light Wire The bird on the light wire looking out in the deep blue above As if he’s mediating about something too deep to...

Toning Down the Noise of Light venomous rhythms target aperture needles parking percussion sludge tent warnings capture drudgery’s ra...

Angel Wings Angel wings twinkle with hope Their caress feels electric Caring for the peripatetic Transients; helping them cope By cle...

WASTELAND Skyscrapers pierce the sullen sky, Smoke from factories chokes the air Settling on houses making their bricks black, A weepin...

Shoulders Of An Angel From a white light, that sings Out walks an angel Now there are wings On the way I feel Candles open and fill ...

Bionote Denny E. Marshall has had art, poetry, and fiction published. Some recent credits include artwork at Front Porch...

PARENTS We are sad faces Behind your spirit's Darkest places. PEOPLE OF THE RED MORNING Our dreams are our second life We are...

Stroked My daily skies were always clear and full of promise Kites flew easily, birds sang and I could see forever Then one day the next...

thicket her gargoyle mouth rained rude remarks upon desert drifter's sardonic manner a cacophonous silence spouted between t...

The Vanishing  Growing in towards the feelings we chew like the food we throw up or the dessert we spit out, we shrink shrink shrink i...

HOW MYTH STARTS A molten landscape hardened; by daylight's afterglow, sand-shimmer of heat. Was that a volcanic plug on the horizon...

MORNING SODA "You aren't a real Appalachian until you drink Mountain Dew for breakfast," I said, mixing the nuclear-piss n...

Beginnings and Endings Thor's fist and forearm, archetypal hammer, tall diaphanous maidens glide by; a voice on my left whispers ...

Speak to me Cold language on a frozen lake drowns us Feeling something is not quite right we sit silently listening for the words we w...

The Totem Pole     In slough and withered grass, on home land Half of your trunk fallen, you stand For what are you keeping watch ...

Fragment You stand on the bridge watching scenery, And the scenery watchers watch you from the tower. The bright moon adorns your window,...

Snake My solitude is a snake, In its quietude speechless. If you dream of it, Never fear it, please! It is my loyal compani...

The Lane in Rain                                                                                                                         ...