Two poems by Maria Taylor

The Landfills of Heaven are clean as icebergs. There are Everests of wedding rings and silver bedsteads that sing like tuning forks. There are green, translucent hills made of empty champagne bottles and crystal flutes waiting for the blue lips of ghosts. There’s a hum marking the perimeter, the low, sustained notes of cello strings, guitars and violins, teased from the hands of their keepers. … Continue reading Two poems by Maria Taylor