The Voice Fiction Feature – Poetry by…

bat haikus

in the old black barn
moondrunk negligence
leaves us unprepared

hanging from rafters
on the night of the solstice
we sway to-and-fro

as albino cats
walk through mercury puddles
with pale pink blossoms

draw close my love
wrap leather wings about me
sing me sonic hymns

of cool, cool planets,
ultraviolet lands and
woods that are hunted

by dark wild creatures
like those fabulous beasts from
that French cathedral


a dream of tornadoes
clouds the size of factories
whole buildings lifted in the air

the dreamer wakes to open sky
faint red glow distant light

nothing more awful in this world
than an unread newspaper
hitting the doorstep

than an empty horizon waiting
for something to appear