Poems from MJIcarus
They were an older couple, married nearly nineteen years. Four kids between the ages of four and sixteen. Their life was ruled by jobs and...
The first thing I noticed as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, aside from the size, much too large for me, was the smell.
Ancient...
I love to wear your jacket. The way that it smells like two parts thick smoke and one part cologne.
I love the way that you wink at me. The...
This morning I sat in the back seat of a dying car, music softly bleeding through broken speakers, and I watched the world wake up.
Forty-...
“We are going to the end of the world,” said a poet whose name I’ve forgotten. Dayna something or other, I think.
But this poet saw us...