Two Poems

Two Poems

    Why Am I Lying in a Box?               Because it fits me           like a ruby slipper.  ...
The Idea of the Bowl

The Idea of the Bowl

              A blue bowl will hold open for steaming soups, or the brush of tiniest ribs of a feather. Before evening, it reaches its surrounding lip of the horizon around emptiness.  ...
Bazaar

Bazaar

              Another photo of a twisted, flaming car           where minutes before shoppers heard...
Walk Through

Walk Through

              I walk through our home in mind           to make a cup of coffee.           Greeting leaves...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    The House of Illusion   She’d say, Someday you’ll go on without me. She worked the back of the box. From underneath. Where the saw couldn’t reach. Her name was Ruby. We had nothing in common but our long skinny feet. She was down there in the dark...
Unspoken

Unspoken

It was a pale imitation of justice, but all in all we agreed the testimony rang true. Outside, the shadows of the houses swallowed the shadows of the pigeons without flinching. Some things are easier to absorb than others, said the judge, using white gloves and what...
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