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Linda Hepner Poems
Allium, Peeling Onions
Peeling onions with my naked nails Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin And on it I shall write: if all else fails This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
The apple cart came rumbling down the street Pushed by the apple man who’d piled it high
Damp My Desire?
Are you my vampire? That is what he said. I’ll just describe it. I was on my bed Soaking the sun and reading ‘Life and Fate’ Vasili Grossman wrote app. ’38,
Everyman, Woman, for Ernestine Northover
God’s knife cuts deeply into the shadowed valley And let’s us fall there. Then we scramble up And trudge along, bearing our earthly goods.
I like to take a catnap now and then For instance on a Sabbath afternoon When book in hand I lie down in the den A glass of tea, some honey and a spoon
An Empty Ear is Eden
Those little innuendoes first just niggle, then they make us thirst for something.... what we can't explain until some insight gives it name
ADJUSTMENT, a poem for pregnancy #2
Adjustment My children have been words. Words were children. Phrases fat and thin that lined the fragile field.
A Tale of Two Dominions
Lady moon you are a lamp of darkness, You cast your shadow on the sunlit earth Eclipsing spirit, stunting growth, a furnace Of icy coals destroying heart and hearth.
Pallid you may be; Athena, Pallas, Was wise too, pale because she knew too much About her lover's quite elusive phallus Whenever she came near and wished to touch.
Babel, a Sonnet
Oh happy he who in his ignorance Can spend his busy days in fruitfulness, Who has no third eye for the clues of chance And builds a scaffold for his happiness.
Bring back my email, Lordy, bring it back. I never meant to send it, I never meant to press
One talks, the other listens; One runs, the other dreams; Each perfect body glistens One quarter from my genes.
Crows, Five Months after 9.11, reread On...
Bad press, that’s what we got, bad press, Caught by our color, black we are, caught caught,
Happy New Year 5766
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Allium, Peeling Onions
Peeling onions with my naked nails
Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin
And on it I shall write: if all else fails
This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
Come here and read, my cold and heedless peers,
That I, constrained by expectations, image, hunger, need,
Have found beneath the skin a well of tears
And with serrated slicing into stinging flesh I’ve freed
The piercing fragrance live between each petal,
Layered bodies, one upon the other, sinew, bone,
Bleached by salt and sweat to pearly metal;