My poem Icarus was just published by The Blue Nib. Here is the poem and the link

Icarus

“That blue,”

he said again and again,

finger pointed at the dingy hospital wall.

His body trembled

as if he lay on a “magic fingers” bed

on high—on the derangement setting.

Yet, later, he sang

softly, and so sanely,

we hoped he was coming around

“And I was feathered—

he screamed.

And I flew”

They found him walking on the railroad tracks

twelve days ago.

He was clutching what was left

of his Gibson twelve string.

He said his name was Icarus.

God knows what he had dropped.

The docs didn’t.

They waited two weeks,

then warehoused him for the long term.

His parents had means—

so it wasn’t a bad place.

For a while, we’d go to visit.

But, he would just stare at the sky

as if it held an invitation—

a summons to the day

he had flown so high

he had almost touched the sun.

https://thebluenib.com/article/other-voices-1-individual-poems-selected-by-shirley-bell/

My poem DNA was published today on the Linden Avenue Literary Journal.  Here is the poem—followed by the link.

DNA

Writing,

in the dim

and narrow light

of the old lamp

that graces

my basement desk,

I realize

once again

how I’ve come

to resemble you.

In a room made

mysterious by shadow,

I remember how

you would often

prepare dinner

in the uncertain light

of late afternoon,

delaying as long as you

might the incandescence

that left you oddly anxious.

I turn off the lamp

and make my way

across the dusky room,

chuckling at the skill

you passed to me,

of finding my way

in the dark.

http://lindenavelit.com/march-2019-no-78/