Three Poems – By: Ron Gavalik

Molecular Flux

Lovers with soft lips

exit without warning

washed away in summer rain

But their passions

are organic

alive within us

until the final



Honored Voices

I came up on welfare

so I write for the poor

the drywallers

the retail clerks

the ditch diggers

The voices

no one hears

are heard

through me


Sweet Reward

When the drunk wants a fight

buck up and roll the dice

Win or lose

the best woman in the joint

tastes sweeter

with blood on your lip


( originally posted in the short story collection Hot Metal Tonic )

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