five monostichs by David Adamson

Dance was the shape her body gave to music.

 

 

Stop laughing at my jokes and let me get on with this suicide note.

 

 

Thank you for teaching me the wordless speech that tongue speaks to tongue.

 

 

She tempted me like an empty page.

 

 

Keeping darkness at bay with the failing light of poetry.

 

 


Bio:

I have recently resumed writing poetry after many decades.  I’ve had poems accepted recently in SugarHouse Review and the Western Humanities Review. I hold a PhD in English Studies from UCLA, and have a day job doing research communication at a major public policy think tank.


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