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...
Read MoreThe War At Home “I see the old men, all twisted and torn The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war And the young people ask me, what are they Marching for? And I...
Read MoreWhen I was living in New Zealand there was a national radio station. On Staurdays, for 24 hours, the mike was handed over to the listeners to play whatever they liked....
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