November 30th, 2011
Bertha Rogers
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkLike an old shoe molded to only one foot, I do have a thick hide that’s held up through years of nettling by tongues of other poets.continue reading this poem
But all she really wanted was trees, leaves, a clean counter. She wanted to knock at a door that never opened. That would suffice.
November 23rd, 2011
Poems of Thanks and Praise
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkVan Helsing unfastened the coffin lid, peeled the crucifix from the bone-white brow.continue reading this poem
Thank-you for sending me back to the page, the open notebook, Sarajevo’s unfurled tail along the table’s edge.
November 9th, 2011
Sherry O’Keefe
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkSince I was young, I've been the youngest and worshipped Venus in the sacred and fragrant colonnades of even her humblest serving maidscontinue reading this poem
She guesses a bee can fly five thousand miles in one day and even though everyone playing trivia at the family table says she can change her answer, Mom sticks to it.
October 31st, 2011
Poems That Scare You
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen Kirksit with me in the dawn, watch me / peel the pineapple, flavor it / with lemon and papaya, brew for you / a delicate teacontinue reading this poem
You marvel at mosslight & owl-screech, question if keening is important—the dirge of bees swarming at the windowsills, the roosters that only crow at night.
