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First Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Through the window was the concrete parking lot. Cars
came and went as if the drivers couldn’t decide….
This could be
my secret hour
when the loose
ends get gathered
Just call me Shakespeare’s
girl. Caught between folios.
Pressed into parchment. Dropped…
First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Much came into the clay that was not intended:
the round bottom and the quivering lip;
the hollowness of years…
First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The last thing that I wrote, the last
thing I will ever write
about mushrooms…
The cakes dance and they dance and dance
triple-tiered ballerinas pirouette down aisles of cream
a pink cheek turns a tango’s luscious corner…
Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
We relax over lunch, sipping Courvoisier floats,
savoring lemon slices sugared in champagne,
while the waiter brings paté spiced with caper berries…
It gets my goat to hear you lie.
We’ve hidden no black sheep.
So hold your horses, cut the corn.
Don’t make another peep…
Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
Magma undulates in the mantle, forming as the Earth’s plates collide.
A man and woman collide
in a café. He pays for the coffee…
I half believe all wines exist at once
within this glass, I almost half believe
each can be tasted singly…