Member since June 12, 2009 | 1,172 Readings |
Catherine Cafferty spends most of her time on NYC subways. She has an MA from San Francisco State University and an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop.
Archetype may be just a trinket— / I see my heart in a snail / all our big and little gods / fashioned from fear / / I am only a cell /…
The green leafy gaze, a loon on / the lake. / / By night mice in a dish, when the torch / is on. And squirrels want fireside. / / I cut into…
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One day I laid down the bruise of you
/ In those five-inch stilettos, / she thought you were fierce. / You wanted to patent-leather wound. / / But I was watching the entire…
I miss the smell of my skinned knee the summer / I pulled my whole self alone under the covers / and willed it to heal. By it I mean insert /…
It’s good practice. It keeps the flies off, / the phoenixes down. It keeps the butter / soft, the cocksure cock hard. It’s a / strengthening…
In a park where children have stopped playing, / where I have to lie down with you soon. / I’ll see what you’ve tied to your loneliness, / with…
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