Lewis Turco: Miss Pussy’s Parlor Songs
Trumpty Dumpty sat on his wall. Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall. He climbed up his wall and fell down again And again, and again, and again, and again. . … Continue reading
January 15, 2017 · 3 Comments
Lewis Turco: Thoughts from the Boston Post Road
[ed. note: I often like to read the early work of an established poet in order to see where he or she started. This poem about automobile pollution was written … Continue reading
December 28, 2014 · Leave a comment
Lewis Turco: Dirge in a Minor Key
Willow, willow, Weep for me Buried beneath The blood-root tree, Socket clogged By digging root, Nostril pierced By seedling shoot, Rock, miasmas In my breast — Willow, will you Guard … Continue reading
November 18, 2014 · Leave a comment
Lewis Turco: Burning the News
The fire is eating the paper. The child who drowned is burned. Asia is in flames. As he signs his great bill, a minister of state chars at the edges … Continue reading →