At the Market A poem by Karen Poppy At the Market I rely on the good folksIn my community here,Part of my air:Women in purple dresses,Men in purple dresses.People playing guitar.Darshano with his curly hair,Accent Italiano.(He drinks an espressoAnd later... Continue Reading →
Herd Pondering A poem by Karen Poppy Herd Pondering Loosen the limbs,Sleep with my herdIn this still heat.Flies have traveledFrom us living toHaunt a carcass,Taste and devourIn slow enjoyment.My breath steadiesIn synchronicityWith my group.Night and dayMake me questionHow the body... Continue Reading →
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