The peach was perfect, vulva-clefted, never been refrigerated, fragrant in blush She had been saving it for breakfast, imagining the burst when she bit in A company of soldiers, breakfasted on rations, helmeted and shielded, gusseted with canisters and rifle- slung, arrived by dark Ringing the village. The unassailable perfection of the ring Sunrise brushed […]
on my side knees bent hand resting lightly on my rib cage lightly your knees touch my knees your breath washes over my face my breath washes over your face our breath sifts out the window and rides the thermals over earth’s face scarred and shining brushing distant faces turned slightly to the touch of […]
From a deep well, pumped through polyvinyl and copper pipe, then out a faucet Disrobing, you draw a bath, soap every round and crevice, lean back, cleared of forethought From an earthwork catchment a half day’s walk from the aqal. Fill two bladders stitched of skins, pack them on the camel After sex, the ritual […]
Lee Sharkey talks about her writing time.
Lee Sharkey reads on comments on her favorite poem, Muriel Rukeyser’s “Poem.”