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  • Liz Minette updated the Artwork November - Poems
    Chapbook published July 2014. $12.00. Available for sale from Liz Minette at [email protected]
  • A full moon flags the December barn. Its light cleaner than the motion fluorescent that switches on when horses come to the fence, their shoulders rounded smooth as planets. They are curious for anything hands hold: a touch, apple crescents, the heat of oats. Zoie the dog and I are evening chores. Inside, two cats, their fur puffed and huddled together, observe her barrel-shaped body scuttle one scent then another. What sounds like boxes falling is actually hens as they thump to their r…
  • Parking in Central Hillside After work, back to my car, parked in front of the chipped red tri-plex. Summer's six p.m. outlines only his sunglasses and voice as the man says to me through blowing fan in the first floor window: "Say, I'm Rising Sun yeah Rising Sun and you're a fox." Yes. I always see foxes. Red bodies silk along the wood fence across the street from where I live as dusk smooths everything's edge to its sky. Or at night, in front of my oncoming car, three foxes try to cross the r…
  • A full moon flags the December barn. Its light cleaner than the motion fluorescent that switches on when horses come to the fence, their shoulders rounded smooth as planets. They are curious for anything hands hold: a touch, apple crescents, the heat of oats. Zoie the dog and I are evening chores. Inside, two cats, their fur puffed and huddled together, observe her barrel-shaped body scuttle one scent then another. What sounds like boxes falling is actually hens as they thump to their r…
  • Parking in Central Hillside After work, back to my car, parked in front of the chipped red tri-plex. Summer's six p.m. outlines only his sunglasses and voice as the man says to me through blowing fan in the first floor window: "Say, I'm Rising Sun yeah Rising Sun and you're a fox." Yes. I always see foxes. Red bodies silk along the wood fence across the street from where I live as dusk smooths everything's edge to its sky. Or at night, in front of my oncoming car, three foxes try to cross the r…
  • thistle an idea in the well-weeded garden its purple exclamation points leave my mouth ajar the thistle a hairy stem w/a white flower a fairy's petticoat flapping on a green wire red wing blackbirds have unbuttoned the shirts of ripe tomatoes i harvest the green ones & the thistle place it in a jelly jar next to the sink green tomatoes rowed on the shelf above wait this change doesn't please thistle & it soon departs slumped shoulders in a brown paper coat under green moons turn…