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Allan Peterson

Realization

25 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry

It was not the beach pea that moved

but the bee that moved the flower,

they proved that.

Another, though slower was the vetch…

Don't Forget Us

2 December 2003
Vol. 3, No. 4
poetry

Autotomy in spiders is a voluntary act.

With such surprises, anticipation should have them

humming like the truck of wear-dated carpet

that idled all night in the Hardee's parking lot.

Antibodies

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry

Sick maybe, and if so yes for home, but not homesick,

that place where vast pastures continue as horizons—

but scared, and hoping as in a game with friendly players

they let you take back a wrong move. That something…

The Future We Can Name

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry

Nothing is motionless, not the painted portrait

blinking while you're away

whose acids are discoloring buttons, whose frame

is oxidizing while moistening its eyes…

When the Story Opens

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry

The ocean unfolds itself. The tongue stays put,

unreadable and needless.

We come to watch, speechless to the lake

where dragonflies dip their abdomens like brushes…

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