Tony Williams

scars on his shins

the blind man’s

tattoos

—Tony Williams

Tony Williams

hot, humid day…

how can butterflies

be bothered

—Tony Williams

curling up in bed

the cold bits

of me

—Tony Williams

Tony Williams

cold shower—

the nettles

erect

—Tony Williams

Tony Williams

spring drizzle

in the middle

of an ache

—Tony Williams

Tony Williams

ménage à trois

now à deux—

dead robin

—Tony Williams

the way

no one notices

a cherry tree in winter

—Tony Williams

Tony Williams

pre-Christmas

a closer look

at my face in a bauble

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somewhere

on a spectrum

…sleet

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Tony Williams

when I was young

and a cat

and not some kind of man


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an owl’s

vowels

around midnight


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Tony Williams

before we talk

I could be

anyone


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because of you

I am a cell

that kept dividing

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Tony Williams

in pursuit

of a butterfly

my whole life


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thistle

it’s obvious

you don’t want a hug

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Tony Williams

skimming stone…

our home

in the universe

Tony Williams

tell me your name—

twisty blue

and purple thing

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Tony Williams

city pigeons

always something

to peck at


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thunder

answering thunder

with thunder

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Tony Williams

a piece of red amber—

I like it

because she loves it


Tony Williams

Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)

Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:

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I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

a leafless tree

raises arms to the sky

praying for peace

Neena Singh

grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am

Tony Williams

it could be winter or it could be worse

Robert Epstein

periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski

power outage

learning the shapes

of familiar things

Helen Ogden

his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink

Barrie Levine

claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me

Ruth Holzer

Tony Williams

cutting his own hair

the boy

still in my son

Tony Williams

desire path

the scent of something

that isn’t here


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quieter

the path

between the trees


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Tony Williams

partial sight

his life

in a goldfish bowl

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hailstorm—

my hand stuck out

to feel the sting

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Tony Williams

grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am


Tony Williams

Tony Williams

January…

the hairdryer

brings July

Tony Williams

Tony Williams

telling the tomcat

he’s pretty

because he is

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Tony Williams

downsizing…

my aunt looks smaller

in the care home

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Tony Williams

ghost koi—

never running

with the crowd

Tony Williams

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weeds

our friendship

neglected

Tony Williams