by Steve Troyanovich
do you believe in always
for Elizabeth
The sea fumbles its way to the horizon
while I stumble towards a void.
---Conleth O”Connor
the forecast said snow…
somewhere between memory
and oblivion’s mingling arms
the first threads of dawn
touched the nameless strands
of my perceived being…
i am the dreamer
and the dreamed
morning’s mirror
in the lingering perfumed
shadows of your
long darkness…
watching an angel sleep
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Correctional educator. Freelance journalist and editor. Work recently appeared in Fog & Woodsmoke (Lost Hills Books, 2011). He was also represented in From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright (Lost Hills Books, 2008). His poetry has appeared in many diverse publications and anthologies including: Arabesques Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Quarry, Abraxas, Sarasvati, The Dawntreader, Inclement Weather, Weirdbook, Treaders of Starlight, Broken Streets, Amanda Blue, Blue Unicorn, Stone Country, The Wormwood Review, Mundus Artium and the Goose River Anthology series. Co-editor of the fantasy poetry collection: Omniumgathum. Author: Dream Dealers and Other Shadows. Has translated from the work of the French-Canadian poet, Fernand Ouellette. Presently engaged in translating from the poetical works of the Argentine poet, Rodolfo Alonso.
Last updated May 12, 2011