PKey – Page 56 – Grand Little Things

Three Poems By Steve Mentz

April 2020 Not our call, boy. Pronounce your own sentence, And let its cold raw taste linger, bitter – A stench of unform’d words and

Four Ages of One Woman She with womb wanted to know, But womb won; it made her glow. Then she shattered in her home; Raked

The Paper Sea Evening shade and paper waves Are thrown against the bay, Tearing loud across the sand And throwing salty spray. Azure ink runs

Searchers: A Ghazal I wait beside the post box for evidence, even hasted, of prodigal or slender return; Where, where are you now, dear one,

A HEART IN BLUE SPRUCE Names are carved deep in the rough scaly bark Of a blue spruce, are aged in furrowed gray, And can

Jack and Back When I was young I Yearned to be Jack Out on the road Not looking back I did that for years Travelling

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