2% Milk by Amanda Wall
The milk you gave me was skim. I wanted two percent, I would’ve even taken one.
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The milk you gave me was skim. I wanted two percent, I would’ve even taken one.
Continue readingPale mountains in the examining room
Scoops of ice cream from the A & P
Cold and hard peaks, like your utensils
Much noise there is
when two sprightly streams
bump into each other, bringing forth
think of warm baked bread
melting butter with crunchy crust
think of casseroles one after the other
Refinishing the round oak table
refinished twenty years ago
I stroke the grain so gently
the pattern gets under my skin.
Sometimes
I just disappear
into the patterns
I met you when I was 40
I met you because I was the black sheep of the new family
I met you because you were the black sheep of the old family
I met you at a Denny’s
Born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, in 1972. graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental Studies. M.A. in Literature. PhD in Sacral Esthetics- ongoing.
Actively works on Calligraphy discovering new mediums and techniques for this specific for of plastic art.
Continue readingshe reads tarot cards
got a great smile too
If we were blokes, the crime would be cancelled
with punch up and pint.
But in a Bluewater coffee shop
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,
In the wan moon’s silver ray
Here in the Indian foothills,
I share a house with a man from Greece
my whale self floats
as mountains
crouch underneath
A gypsy flame is on the hearth,
Sign of this carnival of mirth.