The names of children are dangerous.
We want to paint the city/with horizons burning in our minds.
& we’ve all been trying to divine some kind of meaning in the oncoming destruction.
since/the only thing, we know, worse than too little/Truth is too much of the same old shit.
Being tied up is being present.
After Connie Imboden, Untitled (#9535) 2002 Laura Shovan is an editor, educator, children’s author, and Pushcart Prize nominated poet. Her books include Mountain, Log, Salt and Stone, winner of the Harriss […]
Poetry is an anchor That keeps us connected To sparrow, boxwood, and saucer When the tides of greed and necessity rise To Claire de Lune and The Golden Rule Through […]
I have not paid the rent, but the space was never mine to begin with
you weren’t asking for yourself
Airport audio systems transport me back to my first transistor radio.