Lifted A poem by Joe Cottonwood Lifted A young man smaller than me Home Depot parking lot says “You want some help?” as I’m lifting a heavy box (containing a toilet, if you must know— and why would this embarrass... Continue Reading →
M.D. A poem by Joe Cottonwood M.D.Girl, freshas a growing green strawberry,says, I want a carefree life.I say (without regret):I’ve had a life of cares.She later, green shading to red, saysYou fix houses that are broken.I want to fix people... Continue Reading →
Extra Large 200th Birthday A poem by Joe Cottonwood Extra Large 200th Birthday Let’s gather my children, their partners, their offspring— shades of hair, skin, eyes, a palette of DNA mixing cultures and continents. Let’s celebrate first by repairing the... Continue Reading →
Pedicure A poem by Joe Cottonwood Pedicure Your feet are not flowers.They’re just, you say, feetwith purplish-brown veins on top and tortoise-shell calluses on bottom,tuber toes in the normal numberdoing the job they’re meant to do.For that you say you’re happy. Covering the... Continue Reading →
Dog and turtle A poem by Joe Cottonwood Dog and turtle Leggy dog, extrovertnose down, neck extendedprofile of a construction crane on tiptoe creeps forward, a ballet of caution, curiosityapproaching turtle. Introvert turtleprofile of stoneretreats into shell at road center.Dog ear and nose... Continue Reading →
We don’t appreciate how often we get lucky A poem by Joe Cottonwood We don’t appreciate how often we get lucky She who loves the enormous wildreturns from Alaska and tells meshe hiked alone, not wise. Nibbled a snack, needed. Saw a... Continue Reading →
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