Richard King Perkins II |
Published: December 2nd 2015
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Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in hundreds of publications including The Louisiana Review, Bluestem, Emrys Journal, Sierra Nevada Review, Roanoke Review, The Red Cedar Review and The William and Mary Review. He has poems forthcoming in Sugar House Review, Crannog, Old Red Kimono and Milkfist. He was a recent finalist in The Rash Awards, Sharkpack Alchemy, Writer’s Digest and Bacopa Literary Review poetry contests.
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Thoughts of June
River carp
in fully cast light slipping through the stream’s southern tip consistent yellow of shoreline embankment sand the early deep proliferance of algae generated from the day’s warmth and then river grass is pushed toward the surface magnified distorted like thoughts of June come winter
Door
We’ve opened
a door outside earth moon’s winnowed branches oddly riveted holding indistinctly subtracting pinkish-white radiance left behind slender mouths pursued by air and cones of juniper fallen from deepest clouds burnt out bathed in your steam
Light Falls Bodily
Coolness after dusk
fire still teases dried leaves sassafras gingko push through deer tracks swept under lately tilled earth moon hides behind gable treeline ridge light falls bodily a door in the dirt.
Floodplain
Space of
dimmest shadow crescent moon dust of yellow breathes in night’s dominant cobalt horizon a farmhouse fades outside electric wire and haystacks wild berries softly glow warmth lingers meadowsweet a spray of bells alights on the floodplain corridor of grey floodplain etching outward.
Halt of Rain
Only this dirt
grows me day’s sunlight replaces missing petals returned inside oldest wounds keeps isolate in dark green foliage names nearly forgotten outlines disappeared north of dawn comes alive in the white halt of rain. |