Freak April blizzard–…
Author: Michael J. Barney
Michael J. Barney works for a multi-national insurance megalith (not, alas, the same one as Wallace Stevens) where he toils day and night to facilitate the transfer of wealth from one pocket to another within the same pair of pants. In his spare time he scribbles poems, dotes on his wife, speculates on why Leonard Cohen and Jacques Brel are not as popular in America as Ricky Martin or Britney Spears and runs Gravity Presses (lest we all float away) Inc., a small press publisher of poetry chapbooks and a quarterly magazine, Now Here Nowhere. He can be contacted at mikeb50 at hotmail.com.
Mosquitoes, leave me!
I …
White moon, onyx sky
No clouds…
Little brown sparrow
singing…
A boy swims alone
In sea reaching…
In the looming dusk
a heron…
A single cricket
sounding…
Trees don pajamas
Of ostentatious…