Dailies: grotesque lilies, receiving bad news, the end of life, & blackout starlight



Nadine Sabre Meyer – Requiem

At the end of the hall, where my mother’s room glows like an incubator,

—–The night nurse, who, all last night watched TV


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Marjorie Saiser – Bad News Good News

I was at a camp in the country,
you were home in the city,
and bad news had come to you.

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Bruce Bond – Blackout Starlight

At the base of a leg
of smoke

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Amy Lowell – Grotesque

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;

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