Deborah Greenhut • Landing
Landing Tonight planes elbow the Newark sky. Clouds part to slot noses so pearled.
Occasional Poetry
Occasional Poetry
Landing Tonight planes elbow the Newark sky. Clouds part to slot noses so pearled.
http://princemere.com Murder, Querido, can occur in any language.The moon remains the moon no matter what ironswe toss into its craters.A telephone cabals, and your aggravation whoops into the night.A ring of unease circulates the kith and kin.Give me some skin!softly, how no two people have ever been so in love,as my macaroon and I. Quote me from Kierkegaard,fry a banana, you always looked well in a stripédSo our world rackets, like two hot maracas.The long night's moon shines a full fifteen hoursand one minute. What will you
