Rather than full repeat of post in two places, I’ll try this: Antigonish Review, Contemporary Poetry Review, and a bunch of other poetry things at other blog on why, how and where of Poetry.

Wet Poems‘ carnival of the erotic is now up, mine the tamest among them.

doctors don’t know
uncle’s heart pains
more pills thrown
into the mouth
of the wood stove

sky opens its vault,
coin-bright brisk pelting wish drops,
all a fountain and gasp-laughs:

run for tree, rain-shade cover
hand clasped through soaked sheets of wind
tongues loose as waves,

jagged breath, snag it on running,
not on how all is surface, shape soaked through,
color clung to it, saturated, don’t mention
the lightness of stroke, wiping the rivulet
of cheek, caught remarking how wetter
then wet we are, ignore tone, the

new moon pupils
fall in the lines
over the lips, dip
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Not hosted here this time. Ringing of the bards is adult only this week as it is hosted by Wet. Naughty requirements. Deadline is today for submissions. And they do mean submission. 😉