Thursday Jun 29

Bjorkman-Poetry Walter Bjorkman is a writer, poet and photographer from Brooklyn, NY now residing in the mountains of Pennsylvania. His poems and short stories have appeared or are forthcoming in issues of  Scrambler, Poets & Artists, O&S, Wilderness House Literary Review, A-Minor, Blue Print Review, Metazen, Dark Chaos, OCHO and MiPoesias. His collection of short stories, Elsie's World, was published in January 2011. He is Associate Editor of THRUSH Poetry Journal.
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night approaches
 
 
as we sit crowded, nothing surrounds
us. the dusk rooster crows, fireflies
begin their upward spirals. no walls
in this meadow are seen, touched
or imagined - only skies we didn't love
resentment we didn't lose.
black voles skitter into a garden tangle
leaving scents of abandonment, tastes
of bitter tea. you wanted to dance
inside a painting by van gogh
not weep inside a munch. no,
I will not suffer - it is too mild a fate
for my offspring. my mother bore me
in the botanicals, your father tore you
from the sea. the brine of your brow
withers me to dust.