A poem I wrote for Visual Verse was accepted. That led me to their Archives. They do their Author pages nicely.
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The Big Show
She Is Like a Mary Sue
Eleven Letters from Frank
Because No One Asked
Four Clear Words in a Whispered Room
She Is Born in the Rain
Rubies in the Gravel
She Was Stunned Dull/Breaking Alive
Birds in a Sentimental Movie
She Dreams of Her Husband Frank
One of the Cousins Calls On His Widowed Aunt
One Undergoes the Change
A Niece Sleeps on the Sofa Bed
Seeing Aunt Sister
The Woman’s Body Over Time
peaches and joy and chagall
I love to see the groom and bride weaving
through the chimney pots, soaring
like married kites. They make me happy
the way peaches do, dripping with sunlight.
Sometimes I make peach sandwiches on white.
Sometimes I slice peaches like hemi-cheerios.
Peach juice runs down my chin hairs. Joy
sticks to my fingers and my wedding ring.
Heaven Can’t Be Like They Paint It, All Cerulean Blues
Sky Blue King and Copper Penny
Byzantine and Lonesome Yodel #2
Worn-thin, Ragged Hem, Dying Denim Blues
The One with the Cornflower Eyes
Happy as a Bluebird in Meal Worms
Tiffany Blue Cloisonné
Wear No Shoes and Low-fire Egyptian Blue Beads
Picasso’s Persian Blues
Caught Red-handed with the Blues