Word Nightsmell of sweet-aged wood, and curtains are a breathing. Wet palm of wave gentle-slaps thighsand. Not like yesterday’s brutal. The ribs of the room with their generous. Resting places. I understand where charity comes from but clarity? (No no-see-ums here in the white float of almost sleep.) Looking for a word, I’ve stepped into […]
Tag Archives: Ellen Dore Watson
The Bigness of Small Poems – # 42 in a Series – Ellen Doré Watson – She Wants Eager
September 30, 2018 – 7:22 pm
Happy Surprise! Recovering Words’ Favorite Honoured at 2014 Griffin Poetry Awards
June 11, 2014 – 4:43 pm
DAY The hens, startled, open their beaks and freeze in that style, immobile —I was going to say immoral— their mandibles and ruddy crests, only the arteries pulsing in their necks. A woman spooked by sex: but liking it much. POEM BEGUN AT THE END A body wants another body. A soul wants another […]