Sink, if you must, in the slough of despond. Make your one and only being victim to the universal reasons for despair. I choose a level ground, carrying my own blood-red lacerations over my allotted landscape. I refuse to contaminate the country of your face, your deep, zaftig voice that drives my ardor beyond the bleak. Music is not a primer for evasion, that handy … Continue reading Peggy Aylsworth Poems, Day 3: “In Love With More Than”
for Arash Lavian, M.D. Inhaling the early morning air, light, soft, up the hill from the ocean, I go to be pricked. The shots enter my lower spine. A circuitous spin through the canals this Monday. Is the doctor’s spirit infused? More to this poke and wipe. His fingers have touched the smooth skin of his infant child. Something … Continue reading Peggy Aylsworth Poems, Day 2: “The Magic This Time”
A man walks into a bar. No, I mean a bank as he withdraws five hundred dollars, orders a Vesper with two olives. His wife likes olives. Outside, the streets are lined with waiting faces. The pope arrives with a direct line to the gods. Hallowed halls open wide. Singing, as in hallelujah, enlarges the dialogue. Inclusive has its moment in the papal prayers. The … Continue reading Peggy Aylsworth Poems, Day 1: “Magnitudes Need Help”
