The colleagues would celebrate closing a case with the special hidden bottle of honey-tinted brandy, the very finest, extremely old. All the way down it would burn: grapes of France, oak of Germany, and your eyes, in the end, meeting mine. Ruth Holzer’s poems have appeared in California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Poet Lore,… Continue reading Uralt
Month: September 2015
Doucette At Work In The Bookstore
Face: heart-shaped; matter-of-fact, diffident Eyes: bespectacled; hiding, searching Arms: thin; hands nervous with low energy Legs: woolly socks to just below the knee; bare calves and thighs to just below the hemline Body: white, warm, slightly moist Panties: hidden, flimsy; lightly fragrant with perfume or scent from nature Pinafore: thrown on to cascade, lightly… Continue reading Doucette At Work In The Bookstore
Keeping Confidences
“You’d better not write a poem about this,” my daughter warns, only half-joking. She’s just visited her cousin in prison, a young man she’s never been really close to but whom she’s known all his life. “Where’s my pen?” I joke back, but I wonder what she must think of me, a guy who exploits… Continue reading Keeping Confidences
Ghost Road
Interstate traffic veers smoothly right as some State road remnant, a pale-laned highway swatch, trails left through median weeds competing with cracked asphalt, pebbles, and ragged pea-gravel, fades to little but sparse struggling chicory and a vague dry & pale spiked green horizon, populated by Monarchs and locusts flitting aimlessly toward oncoming diesel grilles, or,… Continue reading Ghost Road