Two Poems by Timothy McLafferty



Still Life

She plays guitar as the rain falls
acoustic to the
cadence on the fig and juniper

to the fragrant earth and quiet
of our rooms she plays guitar

as it rains and she stops
before the rain stops.


Madame Redon

Willow black and soaked
you fold inward still

eyelids no less lovely for
the star-fields they conceal.

If this marriage is to color
burnt sprig’s an unfit tool

for gardens that lay fallow
till you greened them

into bloom.

Tim McLafferty lives in NYC and works as a drummer. His poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Painted Bride Quarterly, Pearl, Portland Review and elsewhere. He is the poetry editor at Forge Journal.