Poem for Oscar with Stars in it Hoisted in the high chair of my arm – all bum and elbows and chocolate ice-cream hands – you point a finger up at the fluid night sky and say star. We’re on the porch of your uncle’s house, on one of the year’s fledgling days, a couple … Continue reading ‘Poem for Oscar with Stars in it’ by Kevin Graham
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Two poems by Amy McCauley
Avocado It’s the most confidential fruit, though it may not be a fruit at all. This is the source of its delicious androgyny. It will part with itself in ways we can’t. The exterior self and interior self are compatible. It behaves privately and makes a rich oil. When the time comes it loosens, … Continue reading Two poems by Amy McCauley
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