Martin Willitts Jr – Big City Lit

Entering the Field of Darkness

Nov 12, 2024Martin Willitts JrWinter 2024, Winter 2024 PoetryMartin Willitts Jr, Poetry, Winter 2024

by Martin Willitts Jr My mother’s age-ravaged memory before she passed away. What a strange phrase, “passed away,” as if floating off. How odd to be less mentioned over time. Winds come; winds go. Winds blow the moon away. Winds blow the yellow off the finches, scatters leaves, memory, sorrow blows them all into a

A Dream Fish

Mar 6, 2023Martin Willitts JrWinter 2023, Winter 2023 PoetryMartin Willitts Jr, 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