Month: December 2011

Preparation

The sewing needle rests next to my eighth vertebrate. I cannot feel it but know it is there. The thread circles my kidneys like amber capillaries. A sloping row of real pearl buttons, tiny full moons, bump into my small intestine. Silk blocks wrap…

Unscrew the locks!

Somewhere in the middle of his vast, joyous, brutal, democratic, and American poem, Walt Whitman said: Unscrew the locks from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! Whoever degrades another degrades me; And whatever is done or said returns at last to…

Autumn Cat

Cold, damp, air gushes Through pet window. Crunchy leaves Swirl on concrete floor. –Kelly Palmer

The Position of the Stars

Miniskirt held down with laughter, My arms full of the blue quilt And package of cherry licorice, You had the 6-pack of a beer Only teenagers and drunks would buy. We ran through the dark cow pasture To the very center Or what we…

Boy and Tire

A tire swing and winter sun. Pecan hulls and squiggly limbs Rest under the giggler’s Ride in the winter wind. –Roxann Grissom     LikeUnlike · · Share ·

A Lovely Thing

“Look for a lovely thing and you will find it,” Sara Teasdale said. Indeed. What you see is often not in what is actually there but in . . . what you see. People are often aggravated by poetry because they “can’t see” what’s…