Elisabeth Green Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

R.P.

diction and dictation rock to sleep a world with little love for star-speckled elegance. i hear you, constellation – your

my back flat to this mat every vertebra tense, and hastened. hands enclose around my neck and for some reason,

Love? Those thirsty lost lovers Wander the desert of the human heart Drinking at sand And shouting sonnets to thieves.

We are modern day peddlers, the Renaissance women. – Except our paintbrushes look like cigarettes; Instead of

My next-door neighbor’s fish pond – home to shrieking nighttime amphibians. I’m a vegetarian – but I’d consider a frog