Carolyn Oliver – Figure Swimming Alone

Figure Swimming Alone Why should I want to press my lips to your shoulder you whose gaze I’ve never met          whose mouth, thin as a birch’s lenticel          whose knuckles fall, soft ridge of hills why should I want to sliver the morning with you sad-eyed lover of cities          gin and oranges on a beach          Sacré […]

Carolyn Oliver – Soon Enough

Soon Enough I’d like to lick dew-bedecked daylilies and phlox, larkspur and cosmos. This morning the milk thistles heave their shadows up the painted hill. Someday dew will seem a mercy meant for our machines, our mouths. Mercy tastes like nothing except the barest petals, just insists we feel.         Carolyn Oliver’s […]