The Poets Laureate Talk Over Dinner by Gretchen Hill

No one writes poetry / while they are the Poet Laureate / of the United States, / Charles Simic observes …

Las Calaveras in the Trees by Gretchen Hill

At night we hear them / laughing their bony laughs, / swinging above us…

the waitress contemplates going home at the end of her shift by Gretchen Hill

in the tiny trailer / she can hear mice / peeping / just under the bed…

Be (for Jeremy) by Gretchen Hill

Rumi says / be a lantern / or a lifeboat / or a ladder…

To My Friend in the Last Days of my Marriage by Gretchen Hill

those were days / when everything / was a secret / when my husband / smoked meth / and spit / and screamed /…

Rip Van Winkle by Gretchen Hill

when he comes down from the mountain / he cannot wring the darkness / from his body twenty years gone and now / a…

In the Grocery Store Express Lane by Gretchen Hill

the woman ahead of me / is working her mouth / a desperate goldfish / gasping at the bowl surface …
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