three poems
by M. Kelley Peach
To Mr. Ford and the Whimsical Norns
The chorus of Mr. Ford’s
Children sing a song of sorrow.
A dirge voiced in screeching rubber tones.
I saw yesterday,
Remorse lying naked in the street.
I saw the people stare
At the man
As he wept.
I saw the people mourn,
Gapingly, the body
Two years unlived.
Diaper-clad innocence is so,
O so very sweet
And that is why I ask:
Why the whimsical norns
Do they never weep?
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Maddest fast skater,
travel a chord
to capture
a photon.
Gilt-caged and whistling merrily,
kept in the family room.
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Photo of M. Kelly Peach
BIO: M. Kelly Peach, a denizen of the wild and beautiful Upper Peninsula of Michigan, reads and collects books, bakes, facilitates Ink Society Meetings for a local writing group, and hikes as much as his knees will allow. His author's website is mkellypeach.com. His work has appeared in: Alien Buddha Press (poetry chapbook: Please, Do Not Tap on the Glass), and Translucent Eyes Press (horror novella: The Death of Tintagiles Death). Other works are forthcoming in: Alien Buddha Zine #75 Milestone Edition, U. P. Reader 2025 #9, and Air and Nothingness Press (Our Dust Earth anthology).