Poetry: Selections from Tohm Bakelas


in the inky 
night i see 
small things of matter—
stars overhead,
lives moving forward—
i write poetry in the cold 
library parking lot,
the lights are bright. 

recurring spring poem

the rhododendron bush
blooms every spring
but it’s another
reminder that
you’re not here

chasing the muse

i’ve lost her,
and the nighttime
sounds are
so lonely
you’re not

Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 12 chapbooks and runs: Between Shadows Press.