January 15, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION




Michel Krug







Truth isn’t truth we’re told

The sky may look blue

Actually, it’s a Dalmatian pattern

According to the malignant mind.


Nullifying all of the senses

And sense itself

Free speech free of the reasons

Free of wind, rain and sunshine.


Just words at a studio

Denying the words you hear

The air you breath

The transparent clothes you wear.


Mere illusions, (fraudulent speech),

A winding mountain road

May seem precarious but is

As safe as walking in space.






Michel Krug

Michel Krug graduated from the Writing Seminars at the Johns Hopkins University. He writes poetry and literary fiction, is a former print journalist and now practices law by day in St. Paul, MN. His poems have appeared in The Raven’s Perch, 2 ElizabethsPoetry24The Lilith Review,Roachprint Anthology – Thirty WestMain Street Rag, Brooklyn ReviewRiverrunBorealisPoetry Motel and The Blind Man’s Rainbow.

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