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WIP: Saltian, Jealous plate
From section 3, Desire, of Saltian
Jealous plate
By Alice ShapiroAlone, under an umbrella’d bistro
wild geese passing by
I peered skyward and backward. Read More -
WIP: Saltian, The strength of old ideals
From section 7, Dementia and Death, of Saltian
The strength of old ideals
By Alice ShapiroThe pain, the pain
the pain, the pain
the pain
of eighty-eightis calmed
only by such meditations I can m Read More -
WIP: Saltian, Look up at the green and blue
From section 1, Infancy, of Saltian
Look up at the green and blue
By Alice ShapiroTo sit in the shade on a fine day, and look up
on verdure is the most perfect refreshment. Read More -
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, Where is the justice in that?
From section 5, The Justice, of Saltian
Where is the justice in that?
By Alice ShapiroYoung minds think mature
despite a jumbled slew of words
spitted out. 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