September 19-25, 2022: Poetry from Leigh Parsons and Alan Altany

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Leigh Parsons

Leigh Parsons is an emerging poet based in Michigan. Her poetry weaves a relatable narrative crafted to shed light on the challenges of the human experience.

The following work is Copyright © 2022, and owned by Leigh Parsons and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Princess of Ruin

it’s a story I simply don’t want to tell
a tale, taller than others
a story that preferred to remain
unspoken          unwritten         unknown
Anonymous.

attempt to re-write history
right wrongs, fool everyone
perfectionist
perfecting disappointment
rinse and repeat trauma.
Parsimonious.

tempted by hedonistic shields
foolproof con artist, covert loyal enemy
crafted fables granted peace
a reflex, disguised
until oxygen defied lies
Defeated.

when teal sky levitates moods
grey implants cement shoes
too tall for fate to allow.
Misfortune.

light and dark trade places
awakening hour remains unpredictable.
Twilight.

follow footprints, led into turbulence
concentric circles with a steep decline.
Embraced.

vision cloaked in scaffolding and stained drop cloth
princess of intrinsic ruins
remained.
Her.

Alan Altany

Alan Altany, Ph.D., is a septuagenarian college professor of religious studies. He’s been a factory worker, swineherd on a farm, hotel clerk, lawn maintenance worker, small magazine of poetry editor, director of religious education for churches, truck driver, novelist, etc.  He published a book of poetry in 2022 entitled A Beautiful Absurdity.  His website is at https://www.alanaltany.com/.

The following work is Copyright © 2022, and owned by Alan Altany and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Wabi-Sabi #2

A solitary old man
with his gnarled cane
walks a rocky path
near a winding stream
as the noon sun
silently bares down;
over his shoulder is
his weathered pouch
full of his simple
poems no one has
read nor ever will.

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