Martin Willitts Jr – Big City Lit

Elegy #21

Martin Willitts JrSummer 2021, Summer 2021 Poetry

by Martin Willitts Jr August trails across the sky, rippling shadows. It is finished raining. The quiet cold remains, trees dazed by the sudden changes, ripen with crisp eminence. Juncos quiver on maple branches. Soon, September’s wingspan will darken and lengthen into drizzle-chills. Already, the clutch of winter berry and red holly berries begin their

A Dream Fish

Martin Willitts JrWinter 2023, Winter 2023 Poetry

by Martin Willitts Jr A dream fish flounders in my arms, light glints off its scales like Brahams’ Lullaby. I throw it back into the memory lake, but its weight still lying solidly in my arms is my son at birth. Trees dangle their fall leaves as bait on fishing lines, a mere loon’s cry