hard freeze
the warmth of old journals
in the fireplace
Author: Bob Lucky
Bob Lucky is the author of Careful Not to Startle the Yaks (Cyberwit, 2025) My Wife & Other Adventures (Red Moon Press, 2024), My Theology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019), Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018), a winner of the James Tate Poetry Prize 2018, and Ethiopian Time (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014). He lives in Portugal.
new year’s day
turning over a throw rug
to hide the stains
The Photo I Didn’t Take
It’s misting heavily, and two city workers, street sweepers, are smoking beneath a ledge. Above them, pigeons huddle and sink their heads into
Roadside Rationalizing
I never have a plan. Like a watermelon at the end of its vine, I find myself where I’m supposed to be.
out of gas another shooting star
Footnote
In college, I took a course on the Old Testament. The professor could read seventeen dead Near Eastern languages and talk about Sir Izaak Walton and fly fishing
blue moon
the scratch and skip
of vinyl records
second wedding
church bells
flatted by time
The Triumph of Art
“To be an artist is to fail,” Samuel Beckett said.
Valentine’s Day
my love poem
gushes too much
crowded café
a fly goes in and out
of our conversation
sunrise
waiting for a cormorant
to surface
late summer
the sky a tangle
of kite surfers
road map the X no one remembers
bougainvillea blossoms
following the wind
to the beach
summer’s end
the sparkle of coins
in the fountain
checking email…
the hole in me where
the funnies used to be
winter beach
wave after wave
of memory