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, and others. He lives in Ithaca, New York.
Flown Flakey Flow
The slow comes down in snow-motion millefleurs,
which leaves crystal leaves and petals galore
in a shifting floor of shifting flours.
Presence In The Gorge
More and more ice creates a wide impact
(water’s way of getting itself across)
(the thin brown urination of the stream
left, around the pile up) which gets me to
thinking (or I wouldn’t even be here).
Exercising my rights responsibly,
my solemn right’s responsibility –
it’s a big world out there that’s not out there
it’s right here.
I thought I saw a path on too thin an
emotionless surface to walk across.
Across The Lawn
The Duke Of Early to duck-obvious
quacks wakes, his day starts, gubernacular
thoughts guide the glide, the druthers and the yens
Night In The Open
I find space easy enough, but sometimes
it escapes into space.