Poem Day 8
Poem Day 8 Today I think Of the pregnant woman’s belly Like a bag of swag In a white T shirt And her swollen face She’s relaxed Letting go Because she might fart...
Read MorePoem Day 8 Today I think Of the pregnant woman’s belly Like a bag of swag In a white T shirt And her swollen face She’s relaxed Letting go Because she might fart...
Read Morefrom the Paris Review Interview, 2005: GILBERT: “I think serious poems should make something happen that’s not correct or entertaining or clever. I want...
Read MorePoem Written in January I gather the sun from out of the blinds I gather the sun in my hands weaving the strands of light on the floor sunbeams like cobwebs of lion and...
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