Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 04/01/20


Through the clouded covered photo
curled atop a wooden chest alone
She gazed unwillingly, posies in Her hair
Her eyes asked Mine for absolution and faith
I had neither to share, no penance to give

My innocence has long since become indolence
I no longer search the grail

I am a grotesque deaf rabbit
with only three feet
She howls as I hippity-hop in circles, Her laughter stillborn
I cannot hear in the early morning hours
the sorrow of the swans who die after the fall
I drink too much whiskey and yearn to be reborn
useless ears flop
three feet pad no more

Her I cannot remember
She is gone for now

I am sure to leave the night light on

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

©2020 William Teets All rights reserved.


William Teets is an author and poet born in Peekskill, New York, who has recently relocated to Waterford, Michigan. He immensely misses New York pizza, the Hudson River, and his beloved Mets. He will write. He will survive. Mr. Teets’ works have been published in Chronogram, The Deadly Writers Patrol, Cajun Mutt Press, Art and Life, as well as in numerous anthologies. He has also published a novel, Reverend Went Walking, and a memoir, Upside Down (One on the House).

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