sarah-ellisWhisper

American
Sort
Ferris Wheel Lights (A Sestina)Working at the amusement park is a grand old time. / There’s nothing like having to hide / In the ticket booth when you wanna smoke a joint
39
Apr 19, 2011
How I failed calculusThe glint / in Miss Jessel’s hair / was so simple, so quick,
27
Apr 19, 2011
CommunionI live in a box / Full of yellowed papers / And a kitchen half-painted
20
Apr 9, 2011
The Last CowboyThere’s never been a man like Grandpa Hayes / ‘Cause all the tales about him must be true: / Broke sixteen horses less’n seven days
14
Mar 27, 2011
Ballet ShoesI slip my tender toes into your familiar bind, / your pink laces twist up my legs / and animate me.
15
Mar 27, 2011
The Woman on the BusHer hands were small, pruned, / looked clammy, very cold perhaps / with purple seeping up through
15
Feb 24, 2011
The HunterI heard it / just before my campfire / slowed, oddly calm--
27
Feb 3, 2011
Branch of the HeartHis love was a sort of / branch of the heart, / forever reaching,
14
Jan 25, 2011
With the CityTrue, their marriage had far beyond ripened, / it had aged with the great city. / But that majesty was dashed
14
Jan 13, 2011
He Looks So FineWhen I saw him in class he had his head bent down / In the farthest corner of the room / With a leather coat and a crooked smile
31
Dec 1, 2010
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write