At the American Visionary Art Museum: Black Cat
Startled, the bad- omen black cat stares at you, a voyeur suddenly here in this stark room, uninvited, it thinks, by the young, pig-tailed girl whose skin (ten shades duller than its bright feline eyes) squirms with the intricate pattern of maggots. Now you cannot not see the perched flies of eyebrows, their green and […]
This is the poem that doesn’t begin, that knows no ending, just keeps rounding the bend of middle, the bending and the rounding continuing ad infinitum, as four-part harmony, long-winded, front-pew Baptist hymn you learned as crack somewhere in your stained-glass memory of him who keeps rounding the bend of you, knows no ending. Begin […]
Poetry Contest for Women over 50
Which you won’t/ can’t/never will with your crow- calling, bloom-cracking, soul-tapping, house-toppling, forty-nine years enter too young, too gone The ivy is climbing away from today but your words cling to this thing we can’t/ won’t/never will enter, crow-bloom toppled; house-tapped, years-gone entered too soon, too soon I want to write you, “Here’s another home […]
A poem by Marjorie Maddox
80 Degrees and Sonny in Charleston
A poem by Marjorie Maddox
A poem by Marjorie Maddox
A poem by Marjorie Maddox
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