Mourning
carriejonesbooks Every Day, a poem
Every Day The puppy galloped through the garden While the Fed-Ex guy told me about how His brain was fried. People keep offering Me beer, he says. They say they’ll…
“Celebrity”
"Celebrity" Your life could be hated so much. Once celebrated, you must know the joy—never. Sitting by the sky’s vastness, Listening to the screams Hitting you. You must remember To…
Out of Our Cages
Out of Our Cages Poets speak of blossoms from brown paper bags, Walks of calmness through April days, And critics decry the lack of meter In a poem that moved…
The Retouch
The Retouch They take me And blot away all the flaws. A sun spot becomes plain flesh. A wrinkle vanishes. The eraser moves over my whole image. Sometimes I wonder…