NEVER GIVING UP by Joan Colby The railroad museum is conducted By retired conductors and signalmen, Engineers and ticket takers, gandy dancers. White haired, heavy set in striped overalls. The steam tractor show is handled By elderly farmers and mechanics,... Continue Reading →
OVER BREAKFAST by Joan Colby We argue about the mattress. You prefer firm while I Like some give. It’s the same With textures. I want crisp While you fancy mushy. I insist on reason, you go for Guesswork, yet where... Continue Reading →
FOOD BANK by Joan Colby Scrambling for donations, They must institute new rules: How often and how much. A woman hauls a weary child While an infant bawls In its stroller. An old man picks through Cans of beans. The... Continue Reading →
AUGUST MORNING by Joan Colby Every morning early, the dog and I Walk to the front pasture. First: her ablutions, then the discourse Of obedience. The Sit. The Stay. Which she performs simply to exhibit Her mastery. Then half an... Continue Reading →
AT DAWN by Joan Colby The sky grays, a developing photograph Under our fingers in the acid bath, The enamel pan, infra-red Glow of the shuttered darkroom. Like bats, slices of film hang Suspended with clothes pins. Here we charm... Continue Reading →
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