fine poetry to turn your world around
How heavy it was my mother’s dead body in my arms wet wool limbs dangling like ball chain with bent back I heaved her onto the oak plank rolling her poundage flesh sinew fat. In my hand today dense hunk of lard– animal fat to melt in the griddle I peel the potatoes and quarter […]
Next Time You Interview a Unicorn Prepare Better QuestionsYou’re alone waiting for a bus in freezing wind, blowing on frostbitten fingers. I feel sorry for you. I’m here to watch the aurora borealis predicted for tonight, a first this far south. So, I answer. Yes, I have family and friends. I am an alicorn of […]
What I Might Do I’ll visit the spot without wondering about anything. I won’t ask what could have been different, what the witnesses witnessed or didn’t. I’ll say gone is just a way of talking about ourselvesstill being here. I’ll hope this tastepasses swiftly from my mouth and I’ll refuserequests to describe it. If anyone […]
She Was a Set of Silver Lock-picksYou could never have known her — she had 2 many names or 3. After the end, I learned it was 4.1 for the way an elegant stitch can //fly//across open fields of cheat grass or silk.2 for the girl she left behind, motherless.(No one can be motherless, I […]
