A. Around the Bay Window & In the Chair.

as the cobwebs of tree limbs crack
falling in white noise;
deep tundra, like frivolity,
hastens to mock nature's muck.
canisters wading in wobbling weeps
made from shades of bats floating with flutter...
fill my imaginations;
all while I sit with my diary;
moving my big blind gray eyes
I sense gay taps;
intermittent and curious ones;
landing near my pinkies. nips and licks
wincing shocks of flowing aches;
letting me know that winter has its peace;
with or without my cadence
in observing my own changes;
in and out of care and wonder
minding life and death simultaneously.




B. Rant of an Old Wiccan Lady.

mention me in love;
after you make love to the silhouette of my dress.
hint with husk after these maroon breasts
may the maiden milk you tasted as a child
bring you under the callow lament of my professed niceties.
my thighs are yours and mine.
I like them as you do in a way
though more of your lust you must inform me.
all of these words are false teeth for a broken witch.
though the mere fantasy was a burn.




C. Danielle's Denial.

even if love runs into a staid cliff,
I'll hold your arm in the dainty wallows.
smiles have come and gone
in the Carpathian Mountains.
we sang together. I've told you
many swallows and elks knell and come forth
toward and under the sanctions we load.,
a life of two years bundled in bright brown ware
teething is he! and growing is my belly!
though you drop and search for your lips
I kiss them! wherever you place them
I find them! wherever you are now
I long to never know unless never is as my days
with child and memory in supple alacrity of moan...




D. The Underside of the Writer's Eye.

I've owned you in a sensory blip,
ever-presently waiting
in the vapor of a drab poke!
though I've intended to be a fictional real friend
you haven't owned up to this!

I'll tell you a lie; an awful symptom
rolling off the tongues of babies
and the good thing about lying cries
are their rewards grabbed or restrained
all for the sake of a meddling high!
good goodness, life in a cramp!
cramp is life in a little love affair!
that is science!

You've owned comprehension
satiety is as your laity dallying along a frow
flapping in the grueling verbs of noun clauses in the grass!
whatever I say, make it more pretty!
because I've lied about line one
you know nothing more
than to play with words
since words never outgrow
the wiles of weird lonely shadows
posing for ownership
crying for poetry
pretending in spite of science and dying
for another chance to question
whatever answer you wish to share
while minding the chatter of your senseless selves!


Ernest Williamson III has published poetry and visual art in over 400 national and international online and print journals. Some of Dr. Williamson’s visual art and/or poetry has been published in journals representing 50 colleges and universities around the world. Dr. Williamson is an Assistant Professor of English at Allen University, a self-taught pianist, poet, singer, composer, social scientist, private tutor, and painter. His poetry has been nominated three times for the Best of the Net Anthology, for “The Jazz of Old Wine”, “The Symbol of Abiotic Needs”, and “The Misfortune of Shallow Sight”. He holds a B.A. and M.A. in English/Creative Writing/Literature from the University of Memphis and a Ph.D in Higher Education Leadership from Seton Hall University.