Monthly Archives: July 2012
A tribute to my grandmother Old woman, Sucking cigarette smoke Into leathered lungs. Do you know When you suck Your lips disappear? Old woman, I see your fingers Yellow brown. Do you know Two fingernails are brown? Old woman, I … Continue reading
I don’t want to go to my final resting place in a black hearse. I want to go in a spring wagon with a frivolity of red and yellow ribands and a pony-paced jangle.
1. The last carrots lie Gaudy jewels Against the green grass 2. Swallow feathers in the aisle Tabby cat grooming My barn grieves 3. Here you come trailing porcupine noise. Holes in my space.