Four Poems – Jacqueline Kirkpatrick
Autobiography (for Frank O’Hara) When I was his wife I mopped the kitchen floor while listening to Mozart on vinyl drinking gin and tonics, alone. Nothing gave me joy but Symphony No. 21 in A...
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Sadly, as a single mom, I couldn’t make it to AWP this year. But I’ve been keeping busy! So I didn’t go to AWP but I did: Google search “best places to drink in Minneapolis” Text people at AWP asking...
View ArticleSunrise For Jack Kerouac
A poem for a poem I gave Jake the last inhale Watching a willow tree in a cow pasture turn to gold in the Acidic sunrise of a July we tried for years to forget. The long streams of branch swaying in a...
View ArticleTwo Poems – Jacqueline Kirkpatrick
High Tide My family has perfected the art of keeping secrets Skilled at telling lies through rotted teeth Whiskey and loose tobacco spilled on splintered coffee tables Shuddering at the sound of the...
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