John Guzlowski and Martin Stepek are two successful poets. They have collaborated in creating hundreds of micro-poems, the one poet sparking a response from the other. Now they have decided to create a separate space where they could continue this co-creating until one or other kicks the bucket, at which point the survivor will re-post the first poem and it truly will become a never-ending poem. The two poets hope you enjoy reading the poems as much as they enjoy writing them.
Outside the window
a deer bends to the grass,
opens its mouth,
bites the brown grass
waiting there for spring.
I want to say I’m waiting too,
waiting for some spring,
waiting for the day
like no other day,
but those are lost somewhere,
lost in memory,
a locked room.
The deer hears me
behind the window and looks up.
His eyes see me, see everything.
He turns his head and moves
further down the hill.
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