Green Hills Literary Lantern










Again one hand, side by side

clawing at your throat

–there’s an egg inside


that can’t come out, sheltered

by the darkness boiling over

till it was time, in ruins


–what you swallow

is snow, a single pill

falling the way all fevers


are healed by moonlight

reaching into your mouth

as a stone not yet breathless


with room for her to sit on

close to the ground

helping and the corners. 





Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Osiris Poems published by box of chalk, 2017. For more information, including free e-books, and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at