Mother, I said
Mother, I said, I’m a one note character
my fibers are inchoate
I have but a single, primitive dimension, and it’s in arrest
nothing is cultivated but the loss of the familiar
the essence of things that have since died under the march of history
like the first time I looked into grand mom’s eyes and realized she didn’t know who I was
when the vibrant blue irises became dulled mirrors, being only by the sheer force of habit
and I knew that at some point, without knowing when, all I was
was waiting for the decline
About the author:
Gregory McGreevy lives in Baltimore and writes poetry. His work has previously been featured in West Trade Review, Straylight Literary Arts Magazine, and Sonder Midwest.
Art: Watcher by Robert Ferrier
In the artist's words:
Robert Ferrier is a retired university research administrator living in Norman. He received a BA in Journalism and an MBA from the University of Oklahoma. He has published an e-book novel “The Witchery Way,” at amazonKindle.com. He has won the Norman Tree Photo contest twice. His photo, “Magnolia Morning,” was the cover of the Summer, 2016, Dragon Poetry Review. His photo, “Diagnosis in Stasis,” was the cover of the Fall, 2012, Blood and Thunder, OU College of Medicine. His work has appeared in Abstractmagazinetv.com, Oklaho
