Peter Liptak

Cupid’s Discovery

…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction

No Sadness Cafe

I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
My mouth, once long, enlivens
With swift…

Valediction

is it so easy to leave love
to rush off without a word
to run away spurred by anger
for what occurred

Moments

Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung — musky in the air. Full and soft. Only a bit like the fine arts building just to the…

Sleepy Pete

Just found this and have no idea where it goes from there… so add if you will to the madness. Where will you take it? Post your thoughts below and add as you like — lets keep it going

Getting some much needed laziness in. Sleepy Pete

Yosu

What dwell amid the rows of cement collars,
astride the mounted hills stepped with sustaining grass
and winding from the Seoul of late descent
came…

THE GATES OF GREECE RECALLED

The series of poems entitled AT THE GATES OF GREECE:

Glory

Oh veiled visage of my dreams
think not so of serious things.
Shade thine eyes not thy heart,
lest my love should soon depart.

Atlantis Revisited

The black sands of Perissa 
spoke today
as my feet slowly sank 
in the sand,
each receding wave 
sliding back under the next…

Matala by Night