3 poems for a new year Anastasia Vassos Gratitude for a Hell of a Year Thanks a lot, 2018, for the kick in the teeth for the lapse in my memory, and for the last day in the life of my mother, for the end of my consciousness as I presently know it, for the […]
Read MoreLaura M Kaminski He’s Not Heavy I’m struck again by social science implications embedded in the ink of reference, this entry in the dictionary where care means affection, also burden. Laura M Kaminski’s poetry page is at arkofidentity.wordpress.com.
Read MoreLaura M Kaminski Gobe, Jibi Zuwa gaba, yawan mu za mu sani yadda marayu ji, tsaya, zama nan kare mai kyau, zai dawo. Tomorrow, Day After In time, most of us come to know how orphans feel: good dog, stay, I’ll be right back. Laura M Kaminski grew up in northern Nigeria, went to school […]
Read MoreLaura M Kaminski Diagnostic I want to do my aging in a malleable language where words can be more kindly shaped and repurpose echocardiogram to be a synonym for poem. Laura M Kaminski grew up in northern Nigeria, went to school in New Orleans, and currently lives in Missouri.
Read MoreLaura M Kaminski Hot After the fire in the garment factory overseas should we expect this season’s runway models to be adorned in sackcloth, ashes? More of Laura M Kaminski’s poetry can be found at arkofidentity.wordpress.com.
Read MoreLaura M. Kaminski Converse I talk to the dead all the time, find them to be excellent listeners, more present and available than when they were alive. Links to other poems by Laura M. Kaminski are available at arkofidentity.wordpress.com
Read MoreLaura M. Kaminski First Rescue (for Morten) In a New Orleans parking lot graveled with shells from the mouth of the river, a four-year-old gathers, tells his father: we need to take these to the beach where they belong. Links to other poems by Laura M. Kaminski are available at arkofidentity.wordpress.com.
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