Two Poems by Phyllis Peters


Crepuscular means

“active at twilight,”

but zoology does tend toward drama.

Yes, we are currently five Einsteins

away from nailing the mystery of existence.

Meantime, the dictionary has been consulted:

“ex nihilo.”

On a warm summer evening,

absurdity darts overhead

like bats.


I went all the way to the city

to be told

that water is symbolic of the irrational

Streets end in water

pregnancy ends in water

my recent food poisoning ended

in water

I flushed

and with the tip of my key

I scratched

my logo into your driver-side door:


—a word found online and fallen

from fashion

well before the previous century turned.

Header Photo Credit: “Bats Flying” by U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service/Ann Froschauer, licensed under (CC BY 2.0) via Wikimedia Commons and Flickr.

Image Credit: ‘Soon she was lost to sight in the Danube’ by Arthur Rackham from Fouqué”s “Undine” [1919], licensed as public domain via Wikimedia Commons.

About the author

Phyllis Peters is a poet, author, and playwright whose work has placed and appeared in a number of literary publications and events including Fence, The Pinch, The Ampersand Review, the Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival, the Regional Writers Showcase at Geva Theatre, and the Eugene O’Neill Theater Center’s National Playwrights Conference, among many others. She is the author of the novel Untethered: A Caregiver's Tale and a 2015 TEDx speaker. Her work is represented by Elizabeth Kracht of Kimberley Cameron & Associates. Find her on Twitter @phyllispeters09 and her website 

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