William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


The worm moon — on such a clear morning, even her robins are visible.

March 10, 2020


“When she rests in the apple tree —

                            that’s when we’ll harvest the moon.”


       And they took great care with the ladder,

                     not to

              make a sound.


“Son? Do you see her face? Why are you looking down?”


       And that is what he remembers,

                            this day in the burial ground.


       (for a friend whose father has passed on)


Recently Banned Literature, July 20, 2011

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