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Fog Man: an image of a human figure, from the hip up, shrouded in fog with his hands pressed against apparent glass closest to the viewer—they alone are black, the rest is greys and whites.

“Fog Man” & Other Poems By Michael Lee Johnson

aromatica poetica April 9, 2024

Fog Man (V2) https://www.aromaticapoetica.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/FogManV2ShorieF.mp3 There is a stranger in the fog screaming into this harbor tonight. A lonely son-of-a-bitch without a mother or a lover. He screams obscenities with bad breath. There is a way the moon investigates a sailor in fog at night, sheltering no one. Hungover in the lead piping suffering from myopia but downing in pride, hyperopia magnified. These memories are distant. A lady now of a dream still walker on sliding sand near that beach, leaving …

An illustration of a night scene: a book is lying open as if on an unseen desk with a red rose lying across the open pages containing a poem and they are lit by a bright full moon that shines in through a white latticed window frame. By Alabaster Rhumb.

“Encore II: For Leslie Goshko” * A Poem by Kyle Erickson

aromatica poetica July 30, 2021

“Love poems are the hardest / to write. / Our desire for connection grows / as our bodies let go. // Every night / I’m huddled over poems. / Every morning I’m writing poems, / but my heart beats for you.”

"Three Eggs" photo by Michael Lee Johnson.

“Vodka Omelet” * Poem + Audio * Michael Lee Johnson

aromatica poetica June 17, 2020

“Vodka Omelet” Audio “Vodka Omelet” Text Make it clear in my mind, Jesus, am I whacked-out on Double Cross Vodka or have I flipped out calling myself Limburger omelet chef? I hate question marks and angels with crazed wings. You know the type, John the Baptist toking weed, stoned out of his mind, storyteller, foul smells from poor hygiene, eating habits open mouth, swallowing grasshoppers, so silky, smooth as sweet honey. Add 3 eggs in a skillet, Parmesan/Romano blend, …