Michael Igoe


Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse, Chicago now Boston. Numerous works appear in journalsonline and in print.

Recent:sledgehammerlit.com, k’inliteraryjournal.com,featherpenblog.com.

Anthologies: The Poets of 2020, Avalanches in Poetry(Fevers of the Mind Press)@amazon.com. National Library of Poetry Editors Choice Award 1997.

Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. Urban Realism, Surrealism.( I like the night.)


She poured out                                                                                                                                   warm blue beers.                                                                                                                                                               They dissolved                                                                                                                                        soon vanishing                                                                                                                                                       fast in the glass.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Somebody said;                                                                                                                                                    I  love her only                                                                                                                                                             someone said;                                                                                                                                                                                                                pass the bottle.                                                                                                                                            I truly love you                                                                                                                                                 I finally told her.                                                                                                                                              That morning,                                                                                                                                        I took the time                                                                                                                                        to pull on clothes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     I sense love lines                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as imprinted smears.                                                                                                                                                     I used to see them                                                                                                                                               rendered in fabric.                                                                                                                        We've both been there,                                                                                                                                                            concerned with beauty.                                                                                                                                                                  As another implement                                                                                                                                    of most serious magic.                                                                                                                                               

Tough Customers                                                 

King Sol reigns over the port city. Yearning to entrap in heat and in cool. You wish for a rising in the bristling power of his battered hands…

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