John Taylor’s poem « The Secret » has been published in the Spring 2020 issue of The Bitter Oleander.
from « The Secret »:
The landscape is interior.
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What is high is higher.
What is narrow is narrower.
What is dark is darker.
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What shines like snow
shines like ice
or pure light.
Streams flow like silk,
slide like quicksand.
You cannot control the similes.
You must control yourself. . .
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