trust the empty mirror
over the birch next to its reflection. place your brick red lips next to me. deface whatever faces you
until my face climbs behind the void.


in sight of me a change in you wishes well a coming veil,
lit with cherry smelling candles.
bright chariots carrying unscripted scripture deriding thunder in clap of hand.


after the crash from the high tides of hurt learn new screams. but as with any death
silence reaping soot of shadow
rarely reveals all that is intuitively untold.

Ernest Williamson III has published poetry in over two hundred journals. His poetry has appeared in numerous journals including The Roanoke Review, Pinyon Review, Westview, Decanto, Pamplemousse, Oklahoma Review, and Poetry, Life, & Times. Ernest is a three time Best of the Net nominee. Currently, he lives in Tennessee.