Ingesting eclipses by Steve Gerson

Ingesting eclipses by Steve Gerson

Ingesting eclipses 1. We consume darkness in loss, ingesting eclipses. When earth and moon fail to syncopate, our axis askew, Truth becomes dross.  Even gilding fails to validate.   2. Heat-steeped cement, iridescent, turns vapor to flame. A leaf on the ground...
Reclaimed by Steve Gerson

Reclaimed by Steve Gerson

Reclaimed The barn thrived for three generations, barn doors flung wide hosting children on hay hoists, October called dances with stolen embraces under a bat’s roost, an owl’s screech, the breeze joyous in the wheat, its golden hue reflecting on the barn’s whitewash....
Her dress once pink by Steve Gerson

Her dress once pink by Steve Gerson

Her dress once pink   A harrier hawk on a snow-mounded fence a murder of crows on the gray wind shocks of yellow winter wheat on the periphery the field bleeding into the horizon   I               can’t         go           on she said surrounded by absence...