Poetry by Michael Igoe

In addition to the poems in the video, here is another poem that Michael Igoe shared with us:

Sick House   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Some matter of fact thrills,                                                                                                                       are likely arched and bent.                                                                                                                                                                                   Thrills send signals                                                                                                                                          in another direction.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I will bring you                                                                                                                                                   bottles of water,                                                                                                                                     I’ll press a palm                                                                                                                                on your forehead.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  This town is the main source,                                                                                                                         of pressure from the breezes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                introduction to petty glories.          ,                                                                                                                  I never seemed able                                                                                                                                             to move both hands                                                                                                                                more than in circles.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            That’s why I am certain                                                                                                                             about why you/ find me                                                                                                                                    only in a  darkest syrup.           

Michael Igoe, Chicago now Boston. Numerous works appear in journals and anthologies (available at amazon.comlulu.com, barnesandnoble.com. National Library of Poetry Editor’s Choice Award 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. poetry-in-motion.org

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