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Category Archives: poems

Song

Notes from the sky Constellations coming down A sudden C-sharp; the fall of F-minor Chords being torn from the Milky Way The universe in a solemn key

Posted byCassandraApril 11, 2020April 11, 2020Posted inpoems, poetry, writingLeave a comment on Song

Parfait

Destitute for the brush of Bacon, who will depict you in some shunga scrolls. A statue from the Orient with no mind. Your eye shadow the flush tones of Dali. Wedding cake of a face, you sweeten the leaf of Arches. The bugs are dancing beneath your lamp like at a disco.

Posted byCassandraDecember 3, 2019December 3, 2019Posted inpoems, poetry, writingTags:art, paintingLeave a comment on Parfait

Sushi

Sushi as an aesthetic pleasure. Sushi as status symbol. Sushi as art form. Bluefin tuna doomed. Salmon spoken for. Mackeral and halibut had it. Sea urchin and sardine goners. My ink spills like whale blood. Embattled octopus.

Posted byCassandraDecember 1, 2019December 1, 2019Posted inpoems, poetry, writingTags:sushiLeave a comment on Sushi

A Thursday

Outside it is silvery like a side of fish. Books are spread before me and coffee. Both are oxygen. I sip, trying to stay alive in this muck. My cat has had it (already), asleep at my feet. I’m trying to respond to my environment by writing this poem and then it’s off to work.Continue reading “A Thursday”

Posted byCassandraAugust 2, 2018August 2, 2018Posted inpersonal, poems, poetry, writingLeave a comment on A Thursday

The Dealership

The salesmen are tall & talk on cellphones They pace & trade jokes; one is holding forms The showroom floor, meanwhile, looks slippery It’s gleaming & white like a smile w/ flawless teeth

Posted byCassandraJuly 22, 2018July 22, 2018Posted inpoems, poetry, writingLeave a comment on The Dealership

Yogurt

I am taking forever and ever to eat my yogurt. The creamy substance is something to stir and stir with my teaspoon until homogenized and then remove gently with my mouth, using no teeth, only tongue and lips. The pomegranate seeds are a bitter, crunchy counterpoint. Still, we must bear the unpalatable in order toContinue reading “Yogurt”

Posted byCassandraApril 18, 2018April 18, 2018Posted inpoems, poetry, prose, prose poetry, writingLeave a comment on Yogurt

There had been times

There had been times There had been times There had been times.

Posted byCassandraMarch 6, 2018Posted inpoems, poetry, writingLeave a comment on There had been times

Wednesday Evening

The smell of the workweek is fried fish — on the verge of burning and flaccid green beans — pushed to their limits. The sound is of arguing & stomping — the clinking of dishes the television sparks — a war in Tel Aviv The setting off of lawn sprinklers The smell of moisture onContinue reading “Wednesday Evening”

Posted byCassandraMarch 4, 2018March 4, 2018Posted inpoems, poetry, writingLeave a comment on Wednesday Evening

upstate lunch

What Doris was was sandwiches & mustard husband Joe drinking cold Michelob Him with a bottle & belch at the table beat up dungarees and missing teeth Feral cats squatting his gutted & rusted bug and his decrepit mitt in the shed that smelled of cigarettes

Posted byCassandraNovember 25, 2017November 25, 2017Posted inpoems, poetry, writing5 Comments on upstate lunch

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