Cold Mourning

     

             by  William Davies, Jr.

 

The frost is ladled like medicine

over the woods,

lack of a thermometer 

dictates prudence.

A bedside vigil,

until a facial tic

gives rise to a sort

of sunny epilepsy 

whose flashes rattle 

birds stuck in its throat.

 

Bio: William Davies, Jr., has published in The Cortland Review, Bluepepper, The WIlderness House Review and many others. He is also the Poet Laureate of Perry County, Pennsylvania.  

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Angel

    by Joan  McNerney

I want to make an angel

in the snow though I am

old for that sort of thing.

 

That is something I have

never done.  A woman from

Vermont told me about it.

 

Nobody made slush angels

in Brooklyn…unheard of…

with no meadows to angel in.

 

We just threw hard packed

snowballs at each other

sliding over icy streets.

 

Now I will take my pick

of snow.  Find a perfect

field of that lush white stuff.

 

I will lay down on a cool bed

flapping my arms up and down

to make sacred patterns.

 

Yes, I will angel away

over and over until finally

I fly off to heaven.

 

Want to wing it with me?

 

Bio: Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, three Bright Spring Press Anthologies and several Kind of A Hurricane Publications.  She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net.  Four of her books have been published by fine small literary presses.