Poetry Showcase: 4 new poems by Michael Igoe

Fevers of the Mind

aerial view of green and yellow trees beside body of water during daytime

photo by Michael Bowman (unsplash)

By Chelsea Creek

Airborne jet of yellow          .                                                                                                                   over the Mystic River.                                                                                                                            Some ones seem carmine                                                                                                                                     the ones without any roar.                                                                                                                                                   Are they captives                                                                                                                                      of some lesser sun?                                                                                                                                            They’re in a song we sang                                                                                                                                when we were still young.                                                                                                                                                                 On a downtown landscape                                                                                                                                         sometimes a blue building                                                                                                                                   or an old crumbling tower.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    You're the defeated artist                                                                                                                                             who’s in search of a cure.                                                                                                                      I come to join recklessly                                                                                                                                                your cause at its junction.                                                                                                                      I don’t want to stumble                                                                                                                                   divided and conquered.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I seek your recognition                                                                                                                                                     as someone who pilfers                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     the coffers of Christians.

Thirst For Brown Water

There’s healthy sense                                                                                                                                                               in absence of intention.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         These surfaces                                                                                                                                             break quick time.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            This pool soon grows cold                                                                                                                               swimming within a frame                                                                                                                                       It’s seen in bad dreams                                                                                                                                but its contours altered                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       to mute heckling within.    

Midwinter Children They tell their story, of restless swallows. In a random moment, wearing rough…

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