Digital Selves | Jenny Middleton

“The Power of the Fragile” by Mohamed Toukabri. Photo © Christian Tandberg The last time I saw my mother she was in a hospice bed, barely alive; I can’t remember the year. I grabbed her hand, muttered “Bye, Ma”, left the room, drove to the airport. The last, and perhaps only, time I remember my…

There he stands, the pristine scaled skin glowing in the sun, the flat mouth opening and closing, rows and rows of teeth, molar cufflinks, and a killer smile while he does his daily work. More at https://jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot.com. The post Alligator in a Suit | JD DeHart appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author:…

wind… from where have you come where do you go what do you carry whom do you know circling round corner nestling in crevice and seam scattering seeds over meadow gathering fragrance from blossom and bloom swaying beneath your stride ever restless and impatient running full circle wide pausing to gather your wits before driving…

                      ________________________________________ Old Dogs (Remember)   You’ve heard the saying. The first day at home, snub-nosed and sweet, house-trained but otherwise unbroken, our rescue ignored every trick in the book—classic commands: sit, stay, be good, I begged. But as the wisdom goes: At some point,…

Mr. X By the time you’re forty, you’ve met so many people their features fit together as little bits from other people, like the Identi-Kits that victims piece together with the police. The felon is memory, which takes a face and slices up what once was very simple. People you loved, the waiter you saw…