AB Gorham
AB Gorham lives in Omaha, NE and is Assistant Professor of Book Arts at University of Nebraska Omaha.
awesome poem, will the child aspire
the golden wide retriever visits
me coat shining like silk
moving in the sun
she is so happy
my pitch raises too
then the black widows in corners
everything becomes a corner
dream-craggy heavy enough
to soar 202 feet in an arc before landing into a perfect
hole in the ground
perfect shiny black hole cracks around the edges
fissure outwards from the fit
wreckage each morning
-Rukeyser
basically insane no plan but tired
child’s sleep-whimper from the back room (listen for second whimper then move)
leaving opens the crawling away
sticks to the inside of a skull
the hollyhock in the shade
dark purple bursts from the drought
dried stalk lower green leaves the shed
a pale background wavering in the heat
orange construction paper sun hangs from the ceiling
plants pitch from their shelves
rumors about ghosts
airy as a tongue blue cold-drawn
the cough a signal
the flossy
is a round trunk’s bark, sloughing and been sloughed
by animals rubbing
the moths loose
one long loud collective gasp
one last
lilt of a joke makes you cringe
dark groggy pain near the heart
a pink felt pin cushion stuck full