Back to the now

Okay, I'm done talking about myself now, I'm posting current poetry again:  Today's poet is so contemporary, she was my classmate at Iowa two years ago  :)

And here's her first book, published less than a year ago!

Here's one of Sally's poems:
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Rain Not Little Bunny

By Sally Delehant

We fell as Peter Rabbit himself,

swaddled in soft repose and upon lettuce beds.  Morning angled

our poem just so, allowed long shadows to swallow its backwood stretches.

                        Hey you.  Did Mr. McGregor sleep well?  Would he like his eggs

coddled and under chandelier light?  We dance the page in a prism, go lippity—

lippity— not very fast, I harang you from my barstool, slutting up the joint.

                        Hey ho.  This is happenstance, a remembering of pinball shaken rain.

We know a couple who forgives through a storm as their son cries outside the

            bedroom door—

not a sparrow to save him.  This is the practicality of the story

and this is what we told our playmates, twelve times twelve.

The two dogs slurped spaghetti.  At the end of the meal, the Tramp nosed the last

            meatball toward her.

Our waitress picks up a fallen fork—

                                                two ears now visible on her lower back.  She’s stamped.

We want to induce a snuggle.  We want to reduce our waist size and wink.  Our tales

sally forth, we touch undercover.  We flare like this.