Green Hills Literary Lantern




There’s still the smell from salt

–you bathe this pebble, sure its pulse

can be found close to shore and nourished


feel its way through a shallow sea

thriving on unhatched eggs from a stream

long ago extinct –you scrub side to side


as if all rock remembers hand to hand

a darkness starting to swarm in a sky

not yet breathing on its own, no stars


though what you hold up goes on to become

a death, bit by bit driven into the ground

covered over with running water and candles.





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 boxofchalk, 2017. For more information including free e-books and his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at

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