person JBMulligan, two poems

JBMulligan has had more than 1000 poems and stories in various magazines over the past 40 years, and has had two chapbooks published: The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, as well as 2 e-books, The City of Now and Then, and A Book of Psalms (a loose translation). He has appeared in several anthologies, among them: Inside/Out: A Gathering Of Poets; The Irreal Reader; and multiple volumes of Reflections on a Blue Planet.


“Night is the better half of time!”
(Wolfgang Hildesheimer, “Sleep”)

A shape of shapes shapeless in shadow –
and cloudborn wind
shaking treesticks
at the windborne clouds’
aimless dark stampede.

Calm, at the center of the spin,
holding in, exhaling smoke,
this minimal vision:
all light evaporate
(crystallized in stars
behind the herd),
light as a dried, puffed sponge.

The internal racket of color
muted, the prodding fingers of thingness
curled in sleep’s loose fist,
the world can be given
shapes of a beauty
similar to ours,
if we had what we wanted.

into daybreak

Snow in predawn shadow
over field and hill.

All the trees erupted.

Morning slowly fills
the bowl of the sky
with what has been lost.

Being is knowledge.


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