The crowds are a loaded pincushion
that pricks me as I lean into
the human tide. The rotunda’s marble
Acting
February 26, 2014
Dispatches
All posts tagged: Margot Schlipp
Nomenclature: Sundays
November 20, 2013
Dispatches
Sundays, my parents would pin
their names to dress clothes.
The labelmaker’s impressions formed
letters unevenly, and at the end
of service, the tags were stuck
The Deep End
October 23, 2013
Dispatches
I still hadn’t learned to swim, after the MacVicar’s pool,
and this pool’s water was cold enough to mask
the pain from knees banged and knuckles scraped
