Five Poems by Simon Perchik
Untitled No, it’s about the sun and a sore that opens :every morning is already swollen, weak, clouded over wobbling from some near-by breeze…
Five Poems by Simon Perchik
Untitled It was a brook, had names though these bottom stones are still draining, passing you by before letting go the silence that stays after each…
Five Poems by Simon Perchik
Untitled As if by yourself the harness Half-branches, half-marble struggling to slow the moss and around both shoulders the crowd envies such a…
Five Poems by Simon Perchik
Untitled You rub one shoe till the glow rises side by side---like new calms the other though the knot stays wet, unable to loosen make a wish, let in…
Five Poems by Simon Perchik
Untitled This cup grows old while the table overflows, wobbles then lists ---for a long time now the watermarks smell from smoke as the dim light…
