Member since June 12, 2009 | 2,633 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.
There’s the belly of a country—took me in as outlier, / bartered for my edges, called me a little ways to go. / Led me to Morocco, a…
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…
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late December, 2016 // Now’s news begins with babies on the way. Just one’s inside me, but another’s ascending to the throne our nation prides…
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 / …
Awkward additions / etched into benches / scrawled onto stall walls, / / bent on an always, / couplings meant / to cast a sure spell / / …
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