Karen Friedland: High Heels
in order to rule the sidewalks
and men’s hearts —
to beat out all those other dames
November 21, 2020 · 1 Comment
Karen Friedland: Tattered Curtains
they’re taking down
all the big trees in his back yard,
and next the shrubs, and now the small house itself
September 7, 2020 · 7 Comments
Karen Friedland: Two Poems of Gratitude
There’s something to be said
for loving your life,
exactly as it is—
June 29, 2020 · 1 Comment
Karen Friedland: A Prayer for Rough Sleepers
Someone, give us the strength
to survive this particular onslaught
of cell-death and other indignities
December 16, 2019 · 3 Comments
Karen Friedland: Gone
Gone is the old grove of green trees
…
Gone is the once-young, dancing body I had
October 22, 2019 · 1 Comment
Karen Friedland: Ahimsa
You could say
it was a vegetarian’s revenge
September 7, 2019 · Leave a comment
Karen Friedland: These Limpid Days
how ridiculously grateful I am now
for whatever divine forces brought me here,
to this very porch, this very summertime
August 5, 2019 · 1 Comment
