ISSN 1551-8086
return to home search for a contributing writer

seach for poems by title

archive of previous issues submissions information mailing list online store links to other interesting sites contact us  
  November 2015
volume 12 number 2
-table of contents-
  home   (archived)
  contributing poets
  Sheikha A.
  M.I Akande
  Gwyndyn Alexander
  Prerna Bakshi
  Gary Beck
  Stefanie Bennett
  Deborah Edler Brown
  Jeffrey Bryant
  Terry Clark
  Robin Wyatt Dunn
  Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi
  Hedy Habra
  Dave Houston
  Trista Hurley-Waxali
  Robert S King
  Marie Lecrivain
  Emma Lee
  Ron Lucas
  Frank Mundo
  Scott Thomas Outlar
  Angel Uriel Perales
  James G Piatt
  Frank Praeger
  Hattie Quinn
  John D Robinson
  john saunders
  Apryl Skies
  Julia Stein
  Jonathan Taylor
  Amy Uyematsu
  J.T. Whitehead
  mailing list
Angel Uriel Perales
November 2015



    Angel Uriel Perales is a writer whose biographical details are not important. Please enjoy his poetry.



Moon River

What happens after you give all to cross that river
and things do not turn out as planned
and now you are on the other side,
all wet,
yearning for loved ones you left behind?

The mud on either side of the banks
is churned,
full of hoof prints
and road apples,
full of white clay.
I have built a bed of flotsam
floating on a dream.

Huck once found a sinking houseboat
with a dead man inside, naked,
shot in the back.
Jim said "Doan look at his face,
his face too ghastly."
Huck stared instead at two calico dresses,
a sun bonnet,
women's underclothes,
a boy's old speckled straw hat,
a broken glass bottle with a baby stopper
still holding some milk.
Huck read some profanity,
saw rude pictures drawn on the walls
with charcoal. He stole a knife,
buttons, needles and thread, fishhooks,
tallow candles, a horseshoe-
I guess for luck.

Jim found a broken violin.

Some ghastly memories of fathers
and sons are best left drowned
in that wide mile.

copyright 2015 Angel Uriel Perales