by John Grey
can we be alone
lengthening shadows of the angels,
on the soft
damp grass beneath the sagging willows,
flowers both dead and wild,
against the mausoleum,
or on the
fresh earth of the newest dug grave.
Why shouldn't love flourish
amid the accouterments of death?
Yes, it's cold and still and silent
but down below, there's feasting worms.
We're not the only ones swathed in passion.
other lovers," I
At the tip
of a broken cross,
wisp of a young
stabs at a
glowing brute of a man
attempts to strangle her.
there, over there."
You point and tremble.
"Like I said," I reply. "Just other
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident,
recently published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review, and Connecticut
River Review. Latest book, Leaves On Pages, is available through
Ann Marie Rhiel
is the Assistant Art
Director for Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born and raised in Bronx, New York, presently
living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016 and has had her
work exhibited in art galleries around northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned
painting artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared in Black Petals
and Megazine Official.