by Albert Schlaht


full moon
werewolf starts howling–
so too, the wind

dangling corpse–
down a rope descends
a deranged rat

autumn moon
dangling corpse swings from an oak
traveler’s new hat

conceal all within–
except the heartbeat

midnight waves
punish the rocky cliff
her body–still warm


As a native of Big Sky country, Albert Schlaht resides in the Rocky Mountains where he enjoys hiking, fishing, and cool mountain breezes that blow down streams, enticing his imagination to flow freely, splattering onto paper in the form of poems, flash fiction, and family history research. He became interested in poetry upon discovering one written by his father in high school, and another written by his grandmother to her husband, and thought it best to continue the family tradition.


Published 7/16/20