Laurie Blauner

Laurie Blauner

Lopsided I live in a world of my making. News reaches meand crawls away to make space for more; a cat resides there, maybethe ghost of my former cat, or a stray sleeping with my husband;I prune plants in order to see the foldable cloud-filled sky; housestranspose...

“Oysters” by Seamus Heaney

For your birthday, an oyster poem. ‎-Michael Ratcliffe‎ Our shells clacked on the plates.My tongue was a filling estuary,My palate hung with starlight:As I tasted the salty PleiadesOrion dipped his foot into the water. Alive and violated,They lay on their bed of...