Ain't She Sweet We pace off the spare hour the streets quiet our bubble gum breath in front of us chat between ourselves get our bikes get our skates bash our tennis balls against the neighbour’s gable wall knock on another friend’s door a walk down the street A big chunky car tawny cruisy slows … Continue reading ‘Ain’t she sweet’ by Lizz Murphy
Tag: Prose Poetry
Three poems by Linda Black
Dancing Can be done at any time, mathematically speaking. A child in the front row, she sees the Prince’s laddered tights. This opens up and widens her. In her grandparent’s house, at the end of a terrace, up a hill you get to through Gledhow Valley Woods, next to a parade where the green-grocer … Continue reading Three poems by Linda Black
Three poems by Carrie Etter
Three poems from Imagined Sons A Birthmother’s Catechism (September 11, 1986) What is the anniversary of loss? A national day of mourning Really now, what is the anniversary of loss? My mother and I watch TV well past her usual bedtime What is the anniversary of loss? Where the swan’s nest had been, … Continue reading Three poems by Carrie Etter
Three poems by Lamorna Elmer
Recovery We’re sitting on a park bench comparing slacks and loafers (ankles). The coffee’s black, obviously, and Jennifer says You just don’t get this kind of life if you live South of the river. We all turn up our noses. Do you look like a pig or a bat? We agreed it was far … Continue reading Three poems by Lamorna Elmer
Three poems by Mark Granier
Keys At 18, I wore a bunch of them –– pendants on a leather thong. I wanted secrets to keep, the jingle, the little teeth turning the pins, old tangible symbols. As if I might learn to belong by playing at being warder to a makeshift life: the front door to my first home, … Continue reading Three poems by Mark Granier
Three poems by Alvin Pang
Familiar "When people I vaguely recognise come up to me at readings and tell they knew me a long, long time ago (with a knowing smile), I do worry. Where? When?" - Bernardine Evaristo I knew you in a past life, maybe more. Kathmandu, Spring 1634. We swam … Continue reading Three poems by Alvin Pang
‘Three Young Surrealist Women Holding in their Arms the Skins of an Orchestra’ by Geraldine Clarkson
Three Young Surrealist Women Holding in their Arms the Skins of an Orchestra (Dali, 1936) Having always used her music as a tool, a gift to stifle hurt in others, a niche into which she could stuff pansies or wallflowers, a grey to be drenched with peony or tangerine, she became pliable, perfectly responsive to … Continue reading ‘Three Young Surrealist Women Holding in their Arms the Skins of an Orchestra’ by Geraldine Clarkson
‘Seven and Ten’ by Carrie Etter
Seven and Ten My sister, seven, lay awake in the weeds. The fallow field near our house had reached a height of three feet, a haven for grasshoppers and mice. She wore a yellow cotton dress and once-white sandals; the weeds ensconced her. Running with a flimsy net after a butterfly, I tripped over … Continue reading ‘Seven and Ten’ by Carrie Etter