Mother Sits
Alone at the table Too tired To do her job And so, the fresh Cut flowers are not In vases brightening The dreary rooms This is one house She won’t decorate Into cheerfulness. Those days, …
Dear Donkey: Asleep after debating Truth with S
Dear God, I pray. You might just as well say Donkey, you reply.
Poems for a Dreamy Mother’s Day
In honor of Mother’s Day I offer these two Dream Poems (lightly edited dream reports) for your reading pleasure: The Flow It’s Mothers Day. Really? Okay. And my boss is selling gift certificates. Great …
The Dream Arrives in Stanzas, Thus Locating What’s Been Lost
Lost Poem by Tzivia Gover I write in pastel chalk on sidewalks, on the shore on the pier where crowds watch sunset blaze the water orange, then pink. I write poems on the borders …
Directions to the Hungry Ghost
I need to find the Hungry Ghost. It’s a bread shop in Amherst, I think. Do you know how to get there? I ask everyone I see. I ask the guy on the computer, Can …
Is it a Premonition if … An Argument with Myself, Dreaming
I’m in a classroom, looking out the little glass window in the closed door. I think to myself: “Two policemen are going to walk past right now.” And a moment later, they do. “Wow,” I …
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