Member since November 11, 2014 | 4,723 Readings |
Mary Zartman lives in Oregon. She is working on her first middle reader for publication.
Still the Little Princess
If you turn your head away from the pain // you can count the things around you now / that are good, the things you trust / that are goodness. / …
My poems have been ugly, personal, // carried by a willingness to humor, / to delay a mouthful of death. / / Reborn as cake or carbon, / I am…
The Anxiety of New Revelation
Not trained by ancient Asian wisdom, / my conversation is hokey; pokey; flawed / by guffawed anecdotes, insecurities and abruptions. / Timing is…
The Ha Ha Ha
The English know how to name it, / if the cow stays in or the cow stays out. / A special hedge to do it is called a haha. / I have a desk in my…
Ten Thousand Children
for Matt Faatz, Lil Dornbush and Pete Kravitz // When we love you / our hearts leap higherwe listen for your steps on the stairs,in the hall, on…
Put me in the Pudding River when I am gone. / Let my mistakes melt into silt; / add a few minerals to the oak; / grow an acre of grass; / or float…
The Color of the Lake
My mother leaves a long message / on the phone machine, filling up the tape / with the colors of Lake Michigan. / Through vast picture windows /…
Oct 26–Waxed Beans
Poems come all the time now / but I don’t write them down. / Even this one is half what it was / before I found the notebook / and set the…
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I meet a man in my backyard at dusk / He wears a trench coat like a husk / No one would ever believe my luck! // / Masked, headless, hopeful /…
Ten (Three Variations)
The yellow-striped garden spider busy wrapping bees. / A used condom half buried in the corn plot. / The man on the roof unfurls his tape measure....
In the afternoons / I lie on my back / on the hot pavement and / watch the tomatoes die. // They die red with holes of pink, / they die with…
Ten: in the time of a Pandemic
Taking off a slipper with another slipper. // Today, a new bird in the yard. // Wine, wine with ice, wine with tea. // Someone says joy but all I…
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