Drops’ jots and tittles form icicles
that lock up in temperature drops and yet
drip in more warm phenom clear and present
Is Defines Is
This beautiful panorama of is
somehow has arrived at being what’s there,
and not whatever else might have, had it.
I can sympathize with what you have e-
mailed me, having to break off with someone
for whom you weren’t exclusive who was
for you just what you wanted hurts like hell
and leaves you cold and broken – that took strength
of purpose. You wouldn’t drop your standard.
You held to what you know is real so good
for you, good for the too of you.
The roads are full of white noise from tires
on snow, the sidewalks are full of the white
lies of flakes.
each berry a yolk
in a raindrop egg
“TWIXT is the mononym-onym of Peter Specker; he has had poetry published in Margie, The Indiana Review, Amelia, California State Quarterly, RE:AL, Pegasus, First Class, Pot-pourri, Art Times, The Iconoclast, Epicenter, Subtropics, Quest, Confrontation, Writers’ Journal, Rattle, Prairie Schooner and others. He lives in Ithaca, New York.”