November 2021
Bio Note: I'm a retired English Professor spending my time writing, taking the occasional photograph, trying to follow the Dharma. My poetry collections A Matter of Timing, Time is Not a River, and Morning Calm are all available on Amazon.
Museum Exhibit
Birds are the ancestors of dinosaurs – or is it the other way around? feathers and a long corridor from the past – like a puff of smoke a cloud appears against a sea-green wall: this before the invention of the photograph – images emerge from the ceiling: flying lizards, toads, a recipe for witches’ brew, three Scottish maidens combing hair, feasting on a pilot’s thumb a diorama of a human heart still beating long after dark.
Originally published in Otoliths Magazine.
The Drowning
As I watched her take a bath she sank down until only her knees and the top of her head showed above the surface “Call me Ophelia,” she said. “Call me Ishmael,” I replied unscrewing my wooden leg. You know how it ends: all drowned shipwrecked and poisoned whale bones on the Danish shore dead princes and a suicide note the ghost of a chance.
Originally published in South Florida Poetry Journal
©2021 Michael Minassian
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