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QUARANTINE by J. Michael
July 8, 2008 Poetry Tags: J Michael, poem
She knows the taste of nails,
a clutch of them in her mouth
like a dressmaker’s pins.
The flavor of iron is comforting,
something she can wield. (more…)
STATUES by J. Michael
July 7, 2008 Poetry Tags: J Michael, poem
We first played this game as children
some three thousand miles south of here,
clattering out of screen porches
and down back steps onto cushioning grass.
Here my thick boots snap the snow like bone.
Freeze, somebody would yell, and we’d halt,
our traitorous hearts still pounding their drums.
There is no pulse on the tundra but mine.
GRANDMOTHER SAYS by J. Michael
August 23, 2007 Poetry Tags: J Michael, poem
they used to bury them.
Whole gardens of them, marked with stones,
pretty trees trimmed into shapes
and little pots for flowers. (more…)
THE VETERAN by J. Michael
Poetry Tags: J Michael, military, poem
Against a barricade of damp sand
in sacks, we’ve been waiting,
ears tuned to the shuffle of soles. (more…)