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J.R. Solonche

Fence Deference

Although the rails
have fallen and only
the posts are in the ground,
four stand-ins for a fence
no longer recognizable,
I’ll leave them alone,
for this morning I saw
a goldfinch perched atop one,
flickering like a flame in the wind.


J.R. Solonche is the author of 25 books of poetry and coauthor of another.


 

 

J.R. Solonche

On the Wall of the Hospital Room

On the wall of my hospital room,
above the mirror above the sink,
there is a wooden crucifix
with the figure of Christ in pewter,
arms stretched outward and upward
and forward slightly in benediction
or as though ready to execute a swan
dive, preparing himself mentally,
finding his balance on the balls of his
feet, wearing a strange robe that seems
to give to his back a closed set of wings,
like the carapace that beetles have over
their real wings.


J.R. Solonche is the author of 23 books of poetry and coauthor of another.


 

 

J.R. Solonche

My Shadow

After all these many years
of following me around and
leading me by the nose and for
just a minute without movement
disappearing under my skin,
today my shadow finally
introduced himself to me,
but under threat of death,
I cannot speak his name.


J.R. Solonche is the author of 23 books of poetry and coauthor of another.


 

 

J.R. Solonche

The Nickel

The nickel should be two-faced,
should not have a tail,
should have the real tale,
should show the two Jeffersons,
should show the Declaration Jefferson,
should show the slaver Jefferson,
should be two-faced like Jefferson.


J.R. Solonche is the author of 23 books of poetry and co-author of another.


 

 

John Fritzell

River

He can barely stand
anymore,
the walker
floats him a hand,
not much,
two pair
of stilts,
skis and wheels
slowrolled
over shag,
a late
move
played for a rush.


John Fritzell‘s chapbook Thuribles will be out in June 2021.

 

 

J.R. Solonche

A Selection from Fifty Poems Starting with Lines by Emily Dickinson

#8

I know some lonely houses off the road
where lonely people live in their quiet way,
but I also know a few that will explode
with heavy metal every Saturday.


J.R. Solonche is the author of twenty books of poetry and co-author of another.

 


 

J. R. Solonche

Poem Beginning with a Line by Emily Dickinson

I tried to think a lonelier thing
(and failed) than  being alone
with yourself while trying to sing
through the blood and the bone.

JR Solonche is the author of nineteen books of poetry.


 

J.R. Solonche

Ice

The ice thawing
on the lake sings
as it turns back
to water again
a song neither
happy nor sad,
but just a simple
wordless tune
for going home.

J.R. Solonche is the author of eighteen books of poetry and co-author of one.