PENELOPE AGAIN BY JACK D. HARVEY
Did she batten on the dawn,
feed geese coming across the lawn,
touch the raveled work
on which heroes and battles
were limned?
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Did she batten on the dawn,
feed geese coming across the lawn,
touch the raveled work
on which heroes and battles
were limned?
“Did you see what time it was?”
Read MoreThe statue seems merely resigned to mutilation
and exaggeration, but the longer I watch my grandson drawing
and hear the old gentleman laughing beside us,
the two of them seem the flip sides of the same old coin.
Sammie is thinking about the Dr. Who episode with the weeping angel statues when she first notices the old man hovering just inside the door. He appears disorientated, like maybe he is from the future—minding his own business,...
Read MoreHe was Joe from Muncie,
a bull’s eye,
a real true soul
who didn’t think much
Patty Playpal wore my pajamas
tiny Betsy McCall bent her
jointed knees and prayed.
Dad built a wall of shelves for my dolls.
if grasshoppers rattled past
and dragonflies shimmered in the sun,
what else could I dare to ask?
In plain sight
take me for what I am
and what you owe me.
During sixth grade social studies
I kissed and sucked on my bare arm.
My skin tasted of tulips in April.
