August 9, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Lloyd Arnold



Michael Lee Johnson



If I Were Young Again



    Piecemeal summer dies:

    long winter spreads its blanket again.


    For ten years I have lived in exile,

    locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders

    jostled up against open Alberta sky.


If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

mountain snow flowers, sprinkle of night glow-blue meadows;

I would dream and stretch slim fingers into distant nowhere,

yawn slowly over endless prairie miles.


The grassland is where in summer silence grows;

in evening eagles spread their wings

dripping feathers like warm honey.


If I were young again, I’d eat pine cones, food of birds,

share meals with wild wolves;

I’d have as much dessert as I wanted,

reach out into blue sky, lick the clouds off my fingertips.


But I’m not young anymore and my thoughts tormented

are raw, overworked, sharpened with misery

from torture of war and childhood.

For ten years now I’ve lived locked in this unstable cabin,


    inside rush of summer winds, 

    outside air beaten dim with snow.









The Seasons and the Slants



I live my life inside my patio window.

It’s here, at my business desk I slip

into my own warm pajamas and slippers-

seek Jesus, come to terms

with my own cross and brittle conditions.

Outside, winter night turns to winter storm,

the blue jay, cardinal, sparrows and doves

go into hiding, away from the razor whipping winds,

behind willow tree bare limb branches-

they lose their faces in somber hue.

Their voices at night abbreviate

and are still, short like Hemingway sentences.

With this poetic mind, no one cares

about the seasons and the slants

the wind or its echoes.









California Summer



Coastal warm breeze

off Santa Monica, California

the sun turns salt

shaker upside down

and it rains white smog, humid mist.

No thunder, no lightning,

nothing else to do

except sashay

forward into liquid

and swim

into eternal days

like this.










Michael Lee Johnson

Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. He is a Canadian and USA citizen. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois. He has been published in more than 915 small press magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites. Author’s website. Michael is the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom (136 page book) ISBN: 978-0-595-46091-5, several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge of Night and Day and Chicago Poems.

He also has over 95 poetry videos on YouTube as of 2016. Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL. nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry 2015 & Best of the Net 2016. Visit his Facebook Poetry Group and join. He is also the editor/publisher of anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze.


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