For women who aren’t like this, the so many I’ve known, from Poetryfoundation.org. I heard this on the treadmill this morning while listening to a Poetry podcast. The rest of the poem is here:
from Their Pleas / by Kelly Cherry, b. Louisiana
a woman with a bulletproof heart,
without a memory of life on earth.
For Atlantis or not, from Fairy Tale Review, The Mauve Issue.
from Antelopes of Thera / by Elizabeth Gross
the goat fell through centuries
and centuries of volcanic ash.
For Oz, from Fairy Tale Review, The Emerald Issue. More here:
from No Place Like / by Katie Manning
A few months after
the storm, Dorothy asked
to paint the farmhouse
Another funeral day. Today, a best friend long disconnected and the 10-year-old-part-sheepdog dog he left behind. And so, we welcome Daisy into our home and hope she finds some peace and comfort here among old friends, new children, all new to her.
from “Who is God? So Asked Our Dog” / by Dara Wier b. 1949
How many seasons are there?
Where was God born?
How many stars?