ANNIE
I. Lament for Annie
The pink door on Locust streetsits slightly ajar.Once grand,now suffering at the hands of too many strangerswho have no idea where...
Sea Monster
A secret: all the oceans are one oceanAnd the ocean looks the same everywhere.Nevertheless, let us praise the white hour,When the depths disappear...
Bourgeon continues its celebration of Women in Translation Month.
Rationing
In the line a woman shoutsthere’s flour
I think of warm biscuits
Soon I hearonly rice is leftbut...
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
After William Carlos Williams
So much
De
Pends
Uponthe dazed chickens
Fraughtwith meltwater
Besidesthe demonic and menacing
Icecream truck
Thatcirculates the neighborhood
Withan off-key kilter tune:
(Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
