Sandra McPherson: For a Buried Doll’s Head, Manufactured 1890s
Be careful, said the bottle miner,
Don’t let the dirt out —
It holds her eyes in place.
May 13, 2019 · Leave a comment
Sandra McPherson: The Delicacy
for M.H. Friend, remember how you showed us beasts love beauty?We were wading in your lake with bluegills and you said,Be careful, you will lose your beauty marks . To … Continue reading
March 11, 2019 · Leave a comment
Sandra McPherson: For Elizabeth Bishop
The child I left your class to have Later had a habit of sleeping With her arms around a globeShe’d unscrewed, dropped, and dented.I always felt she could possess it, The pink countries and the … Continue reading
February 25, 2019 · Leave a comment
Sandra McPherson: Birth Mother,
19, sunsuit. The shadow . of the Nehi covers her . navel. The orange . in black and white flavors the throat . down to the amnion. Father’s grape . … Continue reading
January 25, 2019 · Leave a comment
