I found the fountain penin his desk drawerafter he had diedand broke it in half. This was the antiveninto the poisonthat had spewed from its single fang, hollow,so that the wordscould be injected directly. Poems by Jerry Iwanus Published poems Home before you know itThe here and nowThe junkyard Other poems published only on this site Pointe-SapinAboiteauFor Jillian (on her wedding)The Tickle (for Sara and Alex)Waiting(Our) Love at 60The fraternal occupant / Братський окупант The visitor comesRise again / Підніміться зновWhimsyFedor IvanovychShutteredTo ShelTo RicThe choiceLa tempête de fin octobre Ike JimeThe flyMayfliesHomelessArachnid Reading time:3 mins read Post published:2024-12-30 Post category:Poetry Post author:Jerry Iwanus