Prayer For The New Year by Marian Kaplun Shapiro
Be sweet, my soul,
be soft, my soul
go round the bend gently, gently[...]
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Be sweet, my soul,
be soft, my soul
go round the bend gently, gently[...]
Third Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
I have a who singing silently to your who singing
silently to my who, whoever and whomever
Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award. At twelve, I could only see the seventeen-year-old boy
as a gift. A fluke from God [...]
First Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award
I did that, and it didn’t go as expected.
For one, I’m not the person in the poem,
though I share certain affinities with her[...]
First Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award. We have sought here to wrestle with the polished burl bowl of the author’s mind — its baroque excesses, its stark and stained language — as if taking on Grendel in the dark woods of indeterminacy…
Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award. It’s that scene in the thriller where the woman walks alone down
the rain-flashed city street in teetering, come-kill-me stilettos —
As a child, reading of “…the convict’s last meal…”
I devised — I thought — menu impossible:
late season’s fruits, corn…
She puts out bowl of anchovies
hunk of salami, round of cheese
a loaf of sour-dough bread
Because it’s instinct
to bring a small gift
when you visit
I want to leave oranges for the chimpanzees
in the zoo’s primate house
Winner 2009 Food Verse Contest.
The Ristorante di Memoria
has a zealot for a chef….