Tagged: poems

Gail Griffin speaks with poet and memoirist Sue William Silverman   Gail... Read more →

CEO When the customs officer at Newark pulled me aside to ask what I do, I told... Read more →

Paper Dolls We are strung up like paper dolls, cut in stenciled shapes are fates preset... Read more →

July The closed door vapid heat, descent into alien territory. Every year of... Read more →

Beautiful Feet I want to leave this world behind And saying... Read more →

Thanksgiving Can Be a Real Motherfucker My lady was withdrawing $60 from the drive-up... Read more →

HOMEWARD BOUND Baboon blue. Tamarind bongos. From the flames two hips like turkey... Read more →

THE ARTICHOKE “Every time you make someone laugh, you give them a small... Read more →

SONGS OF WILLA And then you heard your name... Read more →

You’ve lived in Los Angeles over three decades. Do you have to make that... Read more →