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WIP: Saltian, Not my war
From section 4, Soldier, of Saltian
Not my war
By Alice ShapiroMy first soldier was Dad.
The second I married. Read More -
WIP: Saltian, Not there yet
From section 6, The Pantaloon, of Saltian
Not there yet
By Alice ShapiroI hear of some who live eight decades
hear their bones creak like old oak staircases
see strained movements captured
in slow Read More -
WIP: Saltian, A cow woke me up
From section 2, Childhood, of Saltian
A cow woke me up
By Alice ShapiroHistory floods a brain suddenly
upon the hearing of old tunes. Read More -
WIP: Saltian, Failing
From section 6, The Pantaloon, of Saltian
Failing
By Alice ShapiroSweated palms holding on
to a ballroom staircase
jerk along a wobbling banister
testament to an old building high-held
once laught Read More -
WIP: Saltian, The Feast of St. Catherine
From section 2, Childhood, of Saltian
The Feast of St. Catherine
By Alice ShapiroOur carnival at the vacant lot
burst onto town each June
like a Verdi opera. Read More -
WIP: Saltian, Infant, infant
From section 1, Infancy, of Saltian
Infant, infant
By Alice ShapiroIt is all soft when the hand
strokes an infant’s skin. Read More -
WIP: Saltian, Circles
From section 7, Dementia and Death, of Saltian
Circles
By Alice ShapiroShe’s ninety-two
and sad to say
discredits every knock
and friendship
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WIP: Saltian, Where is the love?
From section 3, Lover, of Saltian
Where is the love?
By Alice ShapiroI think art education, especially
in this country, which government
pretty much ignores, is so important
for Read More -
WIP: Saltian, Seven mortal steps
This is the introductory poem of Saltian
Seven mortal steps
By Alice ShapiroMan, iron man formed of soil,
teased, like a willow in the wind
by music and carnal intensity
who are you?Myths of king Read More
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WIP: Saltian, Here and hereafter
From section 7, Dementia and Death, of Saltian
Here and hereafter
By Alice ShapiroAt times past sixty
glimpses of the human’s exit
from body-bound blessedness
strike a sudden c Read More