Author: Michael Burch

She scrawled soft words in soap: “Never Forget,” Dove-white on her car’s window, and the wren, Because her heart is […]

A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone’s, Then plant your bones near […]

Jeremy hit the ball today, Over the fence and far away. So very, very far away A neighbor had to […]

I did not delight in love so much As in a kiss like linnets’ wings, The flutterings of a pulse […]

Poetry, I found you Where at last they chained and bound you; With devices all around you To torture and […]

Her predatory eye, The single feral iris, Scans. Her raptor beak, All jagged sharp-edged thrust, Juts. Her hard talon, Clenched […]

Will there be starlight Tonight While she gathers Damask And lilac And sweet-scented heathers? And will she find flowers, Or […]

Long-vacant eyes Now lodged in clear glass, A-swim with pale arms As delicate as angels’ … You are beyond all […]

I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked Why existence felt so small, so purposeless, Like a minnow wriggling feebly […]

From what I know of death, I’ll side with those Who’d like to have a say in how it goes: […]