Simon Perchik


Wherever the nurse touches you more gauze is needed though the shoreline stretches out the way your blood here to there drifts off course, not remembering why the sea motions not to move let your arm float on the few drops still beating -- you are wrapped in salt, close to being buried absorbed by a sharp rock and what feels like rain is the handful that has taken so long.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, including free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities,” please visit his website at