Author: Jennifer Reeser

In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos Scored the room, and you on an antique sofa Near two dark-haired innocents asked […]

Whether the clouds had abandoned Geneva that evening No one can say now, but what I remember are roses Bruised […]

Yellow makes a play for green among The rows of some poor farmer’s field outside The Memphis city limits’ northern […]

Imagining you’d come to say goodbye, I made a doll of raffia and string. I gave her thatch hair, and […]

I wish I could, like some, forget, And never anguish, nor regret, Dismissive, free to roam the street, No matter […]

What would I do without your voice to wake me? Cor ad cor loquitur, I’m loath to know. Kitsch operas […]

I’d buy you a Babushka doll, my heart, And brush your ash-blonde hair until it gleams, Were Russia and our […]

This night slip, in his honor Flipped inside out – of lace- Edged netting – is the color Of Shaka […]

Send your army home to their wives and children. It is late. Your soldiers are burdened, thirsty. Lock the doors, […]

In the upstairs hallway, complacent sunlight Stings the walls with gold and translucent almond Over Turkish runners betraying patterns Faded […]

Fold this, our daughter’s grave, And seal it with your kiss. For all the love I gave, You owe me […]

She recognizes him at last as Other, Not Self. I see her in my mind, hot wax About to plummet […]