Two poems from Mood Indigo Doxology This shot’s in washed out sepia: my father, a choir boy, about to leave his childhood behind, Glory be to the father and to the son, and to the Holy Ghost. His hair, already recalcitrant, holds a crooked centre parting with the help of Brylcreem (a little dab’ll do … Continue reading Two poems by Wendy Klein
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‘Tracking the wolf’ by Wendy Klein
Tracking the wolf after Cormac McCarthy the boy his brother their father (not yet awake) the horse the dog behind the gate watching him go the she-wolf the snow the blood the gun the traps … Continue reading ‘Tracking the wolf’ by Wendy Klein
A poem by Wendy Klein
A Short Manhattan Lullaby, 1939 after S. Olds I see them tarting themselves up for the party where they’ll meet; she post-divorce from her approved-of Jewish ex, and all set to become a successful playwright. I see her pucker up for the brightest lipstick, slip her feet into lethal stilettos, bat blackened eyelashes in … Continue reading A poem by Wendy Klein
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