3 poems from Ivan Peledov

Everything Alive

It didn't end well, so we left the corpse 
tiptoeing in the parking lot and set out looking for home.
There were too many exits to check 
and too much framed void over the highway.
Magpies seemed to think we were just moving roadkill,
or something made for their kinky amusement,
but didn’t dare to approach the car.
We are not fucking living in a horror story,
you kept saying over and over again.
Sure we are, I thought. Dusty beings
from pre-Christian legends hid in the scrub,
or maybe on the fringes of our tattered souls.
If we had caught one, we would have been rich.
But how? The earth didn’t even feel their steps.

As Usual

As usual, garden statues 
spend holidays on the Moon.
With the help of a distant star
and a loony tree
autistic animals collect alien sins,
while insects learn to play 
jazz in the snow.

Whisper

Chapped hands, cracked eyeglasses,
banana peels and empty bottles on the clouds, 
forgotten paperbacks of the Nobel laureates
in the public restrooms, boredom 
as the source of beatitude, winter
houseflies mad like the goddesses 
of whisper.


Bio: Ivan Peledov lives in Colorado. His poems have been recently published in SORTES, Mad Swirl, Arc Magazine, and Angel Rust. He is the author of the book Habits of Totems (Impspired, 2021). He can be found online on Twitter @habitsoftotems or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/ivan.peledov.

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Ivan Peledov

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

2 comments

  1. It didn’t end well, so we left the corpse
    tiptoeing in the parking lot and set out looking for home.

    this line is intruiging and funny too
    i likethe refernce to The Birds
    and then the pagan imagery spirituality

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    1. Thank you for your comment, Alexander. I have watched The Birds, if you mean the Hitchcock film, but haven’t thought about the connection. It’s interesting. Actually, I was just hiking once and noticed some animal disappearing in the bushes. Then it all went very fast, I sat on a boulder and wrote it.

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