Weighing In
She considers each issue an exfoliant for the soul. Already, her room has been hijacked by copies of Cosmo and Vogue and Elle, rose scented […]
She considers each issue an exfoliant for the soul. Already, her room has been hijacked by copies of Cosmo and Vogue and Elle, rose scented […]
Every morning for thirty years you’ve kissed me,the same kiss, one neat peck, chaste as toast. Look through the window.Take
Today I remembered my algebra bookflying across the room,my father shouting I was stupid,a dumb girl, because I couldn’t do
[audioplayer file=”https://admin.rattle.com/audio/LieblerGinsberg.mp3″] “Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday, must poems be dressed in gold, in old
for Richard Before the days of self service,when you never had to pump your own gas,I was the one who
and wiped blank Michelangelo’s sibyls and saints, the great, outstretched hand of God, the spark of life, Adam and all