Friday, February 10, 2023

Today by Heather Sage

Today, Death,
I see your translucent wind
blowing through the solemn pines
and a garden’s chalice-headed
pink poppy flowers. 

Tonight, Life, 
I swig double-malt scotch
in the front-room of a sordid 
lounge—
the liquor glazes my mouth
and stomach
as I open my book 
to a fevered drawing 
of a harlequin and clown.




Heather Sager has contributed to numerous journals, most recently StepAway, Magma, ActiveMuse (Pushcart nomination), and more, and a few anthologies, most recently Our Changing Earth Vol 1 from THE POET. Heather lives in Illinois. 

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