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Ghost

By Michael Parker


The winter storm has settled above me like a dark continent, 
aubergine and gray, and has eaten the moon and her children.  

The oracles, because of this, are choked and diminished.
The house of the hush and hush is set askew; and 

the portals stationed in the mirrors and dark tapestries on the

A Poem for a Year's Ending

By Michael Parker

Days have flown quickly by like fearsome comets. 
Here then gone; here then gone. 

My hair is colored moonlight. 
My bones are brittle as the limbs 
of the trees cracking 
from the touch of winter’s deepening freeze.  

If I could disclose a secret, it is 
suffering has visited me like an old

Love as a Chagall

By Michael Parker
…when art and love are of one stuff.  
	– “The Poem Unheard” by Amanda Hall


Love is like a Chagall—
the bride and groom floating
high above Paris
the blue of the sky holding them
aloft with unadulterated joy.

Men with faces of animals
play violins and flutes
and a vision of a young couple
a child standing upon the mother’s

At the End of the Street Lies the Sky

By Michael Parker

At the end of the street lies the sky
dressed in the purple magician's robe
of eventide and the winter storm.

Tonight, she sculpts stairs of ice and
snow. She casts spells upon the laden
earth and the dying man can hear
her invitations in the blizzard, 
in dreams that are like all other dreams
except more sound, deep, and

Knight of Wands

By Michael Parker
October nineteenth. two-hundred-ninety-third day of the year. It’s Mercurii, and the waning Hunter moon sits by Orion’s stretched thigh. Hydra lifts her head out of its eastern hole (there, next to Orion’s foot), wanting to devour the cadmium-hued moon.


What explains our struggles’ centrality?

At night, we sit by the window waiting for our suffering

When Sunset And Stars Shine On Sacred Ground - a Collaboration with Frederic Parker

My love, let us live this paradisal evening
dressed in wispy clouds of red
and tailored in strips of orange embellishing the horizon
where shades and shadows embrace your face
as the last glimmer of daylight falls
leaving a raptured sky of coral pink and red
enhancing your beauty in the twilight's glow
as your hair dances like tranquil threads
in the breeze

Trane Bird Hawk

I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd,
Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words.

They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul.
I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control.

No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of,
But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove.

Above all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing,
Sweet,

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Today is a gift
It could help me shift
From feeling sad wishing
Things could have been different, uplifting
The truth is thin for me
Maybe for you too
To uplift my spirits
And thank my higher power
For giving me each hour
To love my life and begin again
To make the best of what I’ve been given
Each day to

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Just want someone 
To hold at night
Someone I can love
With my whole life
She won’t appear
As a stranger to me
In her I can see
A natural beauty
Can’t let her go around
Too scared of the dark
I’ll do my part
And hold her hand and
Kiss her slow
+ be her man

Come Into My Parlour - a Collaboration Between Arlo Parker and the Mean Girls

Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond reason. 
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. 
Then the however happened.

However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea

Come Into My Parlour - a Collaboration Between Arlo Parker and the Mean Girls

Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond reason. 
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. 
Then the however happened.

However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea

Come Into My Parlour-A Collaboration Between Arlo Parker and the Mean Girls

Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond reason. 
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. 
Then the however happened.

However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea

Dark Valentine With a Dorothy Parker Line

I cannot look you in the voice
Neither be thee my scent of choice
Cannot avoid thee in my sleep
Like a Rolls followed by a Jeep

Love Letters Beneath the Moonlight - a Collaboration With Frederic Parker

My love for you
is beyond prophecy or endowment
and lay before you a love letter from the heart
beneath the moonlight's glow
where our eyes find a silent understanding
that embraces each passionate emotion
swirling and entwined in the depth of love

where our souls surrender to ardent desire
in an enchanted beguiling captivity
of lush landscapes and serene gentleness in starlight
as we

Between Love's Pages - Collab With Frederic Parker

I bow to you with a rose in my hand
and hope you press it between love's pages
I will not assume nor will I demand
I'll promise to love you through the ages

hear my heartbeat when it speaks to you, love
it will give you all of your heart's desire
with love no more than what we can dream

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