Flood Crest

A poem by R. Gerry Fabian


It’s been raining for weeks
and he finds himself
revisiting segments of childhood.
In every case,
things turn out much worse.
He quits school in his junior year.
Soon after, he’s drafted
and spends Viet Nam as a P.O.W.
His marriage to his only sweetheart
ends in bitter divorce.
Instead of moving,
they remain in town
as a constant paper cut twinge.

The rain has become his secrets.
There are reports of flooding
across the entire state.
He watches the skies
with respect for the power
of rain.


R. Gerry Fabian is a retired English instructor, as well as the editor of Raw Dog Press. His poetry has appeared in various poetry magazines since 1972. His novel, Memphis Masquerade, and his poetry collection, Parallels, are available at Smashwords and all other e-Book outlets.

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Jetsam and Flotsam

A poem by Len Kuntz


I sit on a sidewalk
listening to the rain,
how it sounds like
chicks pecking on the pavement
as a thousand cabs slog by,
sloshing filthy rainbows
of water over me.
We’ve taken cabs
up and down this same street,
across the Brooklyn Bridge
to Bryant Park or Nolita.
You said, “The rain is nothing to fear,”
even as the floods came,
boats unmoored,
boards like broken bones,
the essence of us
now nothing more than
jetsam and flotsam
wafting away with the rising tide.


Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington state, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’m Not Supposed To Be Here and Neither Are You, available from Unknown Press. Check out his website