Poetry

"...does not have a voice or a civil place in society..."

"...outside the Cavern Club on Mathew Street..."

"...Come for me, for my death..."

"...Your tattoos have faded to light grey..."

"...I heard the sounds Of pots and pans Cheering and clapping..."

"...I meet ghosts in society -- tall, short, thin, fat, well dressed...

"...That MEMORY That MYSTERY..."

"...I am a weapon of mass destruction and social disruption..."

"Do you ever see things in the carpet..."

"...In the dark he drifted and strained his eyes..."

"...Honor the past rather than dwell on it..."

"...the sledge that will be heaved at you..."

"...There are no more secrets..."

"...chasing the ghostly hoodoos and whatsits..."

"...each arriving low, in permanent cursive..."

"...sparks of revolution loom large..."

"...Bathed in salt rain you will find me..."

"...do you think using drugs would improve my writing?"

"...Think of animated emoji reactions to a post..."

"...they act as if knights errant with their swords..."

"...Alarms sound, the gates fall..."

"...Her pay slip is engraved in her heart..."

"...the pigeons flutter their wings..."

"...maybe it's no different than before, but ..."

"...The gods smiled with stately grace and raised their glass..."

"...Gnaws at the walls of Decorum, propriety..."

"The Wednesday, September 30, edition of 'The Times of India,' front-paged the story titled, "Gang-raped and tortured, Dalit teen dies after 15-day battle."

"...He laments over a love ship that carries a crushed friendship..."

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 89-year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published poems in The Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Christian Science Monitor, and the New York Times.

"Ponce de Leon went looking for the Fountain of Youth..."