by Richard Schiffman
Your silence resonates in my belly
like ice crackling on a winter lake,
a trigger’s click, the report of a rifle
in the woods, a fog horn moaning
in the pea soup distance.
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Language Trouble
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Dawn From the 31st Floor
by Richard Schiffman
The way the morning yawns a horizon just before sunup
and the sky brightens to a porcelain bowl of ashes.
That trembled hush as night lights blink out like fireflies
and towers teeter up, a troupe of ballerinas surprised Continue reading
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