Robert K. Johnson
Bio Note: My poems are spins on our everyday world, which has always gripped me much more than science-fiction worlds. A now retired English Professor, I taught for many years at Suffolk University in Boston. I also for several years was Poetry Editor for IBBETSON STREET magazine. I have had several collections of poems published.
I Watch a Catcher
cheat--quickly move his mitt inches closer to home plate each time another pitch misses the strike zone; until the half-inning ends and he takes off his mask and--lo, I see that he is me. And you.
From Now On
I will believe in ghosts after seeing you, my wife, your smoke-grey hair all straggly, swaying in front of me in the dementia ward while you try to remember who, from a different world than yours, I am.
The Town I Grew Up In
The three guys on my block I went to grammar school and high school with stared silently a whole minute when I happened to say I loved to read books on rainy days. So my breath quickened when I heard two teachers disapprove of a freshman they spotted reading Steinbeck's “dirty books.” I tracked him down, and soon we were swapping novels. Then one day his older brother took both of us to see Swan Lake. While the three guys that I no longer went anywhere with now pointed me out as “a kike lover.”
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