Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Too Hot are now published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, October 25th between 3 and 4:30 pm PST.

Friday, October 17, 2025

Wayne F Burke

Arizona


We lived in Massachusetts.

Because of Gramp's asthma

talk of moving West begun.

Gramp sent for newspaper's from

Flagstaff and Phoenix.

Miss Good, principle of Howling Avenue Grammar

School, asked me

was it true? We were moving?

My sister bawled whenever Arizona

was mentioned, but

I was ready to go--

only time passed, and no one

went anywhere, and

then Johnny Decensi, from

across the street, who also had

asthma, came back from Tucson, and

said he did not like it there, and

that ended all talk of moving.




Slitzkrieg


An artist, or student of art

studying at the college:

a pleasing figure, face

no make-up, kind of dykish hair-cut, she said

"anatomy is hard."

We sat across from each other

in the cafe;

side-by-side in her car;

together a number of times, she

unsmiling but not unfriendly, me

eager for whatever but

waiting for a sign, a signal

"come her" maybe, or "go away"

but never came--

she sat there

and I sat to

unsure of

what to do--

she sat

in corduroy pants, jean

jacket,

I in pants and coat;

we both sat

sat there,

sat--

I am sitting

still.




happy new year


I wissch you besch

ub everything you

deserbe it

you dirty old--

ha ha hab 

annudder one

youse the besch frind

I hab

appy newsh year!

daonly frind

I hab

I sayz hab annudder

and besch wissches for

annudder

too.


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