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Friday

Lyn Lifshin   lying in yr cabin damp sheets damp hair    our   bodies    the wet leaves dripping   the stillness it rises up over the   bed a yes strange peace like the mist swelling from the soaked green in the pines   Lyn Lifshin has published over 130 books and chapbooks including 3…

Chisel

Lyn Lifshin   socks on a pint bottle a loaded 32 in the small bed:  chisel:  wino pop husband and highschool prize winner on history in hudson camping out for the rest of his in one room in a shack   just the door painted bright red    holds the bottle to the light   pale sun thru…

Photographs Of Mothers And Daughters

Lyn Lifshin   you can almost always see the mother’s hands the daughter usually nests in a curve of the mother’s hair or neck like it was a cave the way cats do the night it starts to snow. some seem to suck on the mother’s breath you might think the mother had eyes in…

Mrs. Sutter

Lyn Lifshin   weighing hickory nuts and almonds   oranges for 72 years watching main st get smaller watching the stores close   burying her husband watching the old hotel come down be replaced by grey cinder block watching the women get shabby watching the kids get louder wrapping popcorn in plastic still charging just a nickel…

4th of July

Lyn Lifshin   lying down in corn stalks a pillow of corn leaves wrapping mosquito bites in corn leaves staying till the wind blows the corn like tall thin women telling you enough is enough as they pull night down Lyn Lifshin has published over 130 books and chapbooks including 3 from Black Sparrow Press:…

Friday

Lyn Lifshin   one leaf on the what is it   lilac turning jays   the dripping branches   bruise on the inside of my thigh from the man who said i talked too much    put his tongue in my mouth   Lyn Lifshin has published over 130 books and chapbooks including 3 from Black Sparrow Press: Cold…

Christmas Eve

Lyn Lifshin   if someone walks thru the winter corn on xmas eve you’ll know what will happen all year thrash the corn in just a shirt and the grass will grow put a stone on every tree walk barefoot thru the orchard fruit will grow if the fire burns well  luck   if it smokes…

Early

Lyn Lifshin   the cat comes upstairs runs his face into me curls on my chest   I can hardly write the nightmares down with his loud fur in my mouth it scratches at dead lovers he pushes thru with his nose as if he was an earthworm and my black, something to eat   Lyn…

Psalm: People Power at the Die-In

Denise Levertov   (The anti-nuclear die-in, Wash., D.C., and the official shutdown of the Seabrook Plant, June 1978) Over our scattered tents by night lightning and thunder called to us. Fierce rain blessed us, catholic, all-encompassing. We walked through blazing morning into the city of law, of corrupt order, of invested power. By day and…

Funerals

Robert Bausch   “…Anything makes me laugh, I misbehaved once at a funeral.” –Charles Lamb   He could hear the people in the church praying. So many voices carried a long way and he could hear every word of every prayer. He was sitting on one of the chairs and looking down into the hole,…