Katharine Harer: Two Poems
March 26, 2014TW Poetry Spotlight
hope is hard to grasp when your imagination’s/grown fat on darkness
hope is hard to grasp when your imagination’s/grown fat on darkness
Carolyn Heilbrun once observed that James Joyce was 'a world class shit.'
I duck down to reach through their legs, grabbing their kids before they fall.
You'd think it would be easy to write a bad sentence—but that takes just as much work.
A comet did come, a King did fall, The Goat Child is born.
on the steps of the schoolyard, eating her sandwich. Thinking nothing,
As a perennial book reviewer, he assailed 'the disgusting tripe' penned by book blurbers.