marigolds by vicki feaver |
Not the flowers men give women - delicately scented freesias,stiff red roses, carnationsthe shapes of bridesmaids' dresses,almost sapless flowers,drying and fading - but flowersthat wilt as soon as th...
Posted by BEVERLY K on Mon, 12 May 2008 02:02:00 PST |
the quicksand hourglass by jeffrey mcdaniel |
I went back to the tree where I carved my initials, and the eighth grade desk where I scrawled the word fuck,and the subway wall where I spray painted my tag, and it's all gone. You try to leav...
Posted by BEVERLY K on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:06:00 PST |
the space between by elena georgiou |
stuck in an unnamed placehalf way between love and in love,you call me late at night and askif i'm sleeping. i tell you, i'm writing.you ask about what? love, i say.when i write about us, i stop mysel...
Posted by BEVERLY K on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 01:42:00 PST |
the iceberg theory by gerland locklin |
all the food critics hate iceberg lettuce.you'd think romaine was descended fromorpheus's laurel wreath,you'd think raw spinach had all the nutritionalbenefits attributed to it by popeye,not to mentio...
Posted by BEVERLY K on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 03:34:00 PST |
a barred owl by richard wilbur |
The warping night air having brought the boomOf an owl's voice into her darkened room,We tell the wakened child that all she heardWas an off question from a forest bird,Asking of us, if rightly listen...
Posted by BEVERLY K on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:51:00 PST |
