southern poets Archives - Page 2 of 3 Rick Baldwin

Taking Flight

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I release them. Fledglings pushed from the nest, thin-skinned and chirping. Constantly on guard...

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The flutter of waking— sapphire butterflies poised to sip the earth’s nectar, its sweetness...

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Inside, it swims— this goldfish of light within a translucent bowl, its fragile curve an illusion...

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Life is a forever burning fire— its flames cradle you, a fleeting flicker. Briefly you dance,...

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a wooden line of lovers like rotting fence posts each stake more weathered and hollow than the...

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When she carved the pumpkin, her hand sunk deep into its flesh and, as she scooped the insides,...

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Murder at midnight. Ruby light like a sheet over the Oldsmobile’s steel green skin. Undercover...

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You are the fourth nail dull, crooked and corroded piercing the watery heart pushing through the...

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A short, sensory poem of longing, regret, and memory—”The Things We Do” evokes solitude, loneliness and quiet guilt.

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He was born desert frost, a Kansas avalanche; an impossibility in her life posing as savage...

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While you are sleeping they are sharpening the guillotine loading their guns sheathing knives at...