as the geese start to leave, orchards sagging. The wind near our old stucco house two streets away, steaming with apples. The bees go on, the geese remember iced ponds. When I slept in the top [...]
how I call my guitar Lucille? Well I saw some guys in a bar get into a fight, really going at it they started a fire, then the building collapsed. I ran back in to get my guitar just minutes [...]
Pale salmon light, 9 degrees. Floor tiles icy. Past branches the beaver’s gnawed, at the small hole the heron waits, deep in the water. Sky goes to guava, tangerine, to rose. Suddenly a [...]
a gone woman’s face carved into shell, tangled in a box of fake pearls, one jewel on her throat gone, a hole where what glittered covered her like a woman whose baby or lover’s been [...]
Lyn Lifshin lives and works in Vienna, Virginia and has published more than 100 books of poetry, including Marilyn Monroe, Blue Tattoo, Cold Comfort, Before It’s Light (which won the [...]