A Parallel Uni-Verse
white feathers
sprawl in
the wet sand

crosshatch of
gull tracks
tangled coils
of kelp

this is the
western sum
of all i've
ever seen

swirling arcs
small tongues
white in
the backwash

the pale fronds
of cedar boughs



Peter Kilgore was born, grew up and lived most of his life in Portland, Maine. His lucid poetry, some of the highest quality postwar verse in Maine during the 1960s, '70s and '80s, appeared in magazines and small press books such as The Bar Harbor Suite (Blackberry Books) and Drinking Wine Out of the Wind (Contraband Press). He died in 1992 at the age of 52.

from "Descending down to my roots I sing"
By Peter Kilgore
this day's
wine
is mine

rake of wind

earaches
of wind

rapier wind

i'll be
this day's
monk



Peter Kilgore was born, grew up and lived most of his life in Portland, Maine. His lucid poetry, some of the highest quality postwar verse in Maine during the 1960s, '70s and '80s, appeared in magazines and small press books such as The Bar Harbor Suite (Blackberry Books) and Drinking Wine Out of the Wind (Contraband Press) from which this sharp little poem was taken. He died in 1992 at the age of 52.

untitled
By Peter Kilgore
the soft
colors belie
the hard
cliffs i
want
to wear
weave a
fabric
my body
inside
a land-
scape of
moss & stone
shores
of it
around
my neck
sleeved in trees
my limbs
protrude
wear this
mountain
a while
move on


Peter Kilgore was born, grew up and lived most of his life in Portland, Maine. His books included The Bar Harbor Suite (Blackberry Books) and Drinking Wine Out of the Wind (Contraband Press). He died in 1992 at the age of 52.

from Yellow Aster Butte
By Peter Kilgore