— 21 x 30, Acrylic After Mexico and before she died, my mother painted a middle-aged couple in tie dye, seated in a tropical pavilion,
Category: Poems
Poems by Jackie Craven
What the Monkey Says
It’s true: I’ve got my fingers in everything, pulling parakeets from blue air, turning olives into peonies. A train arrives—Your mother paints you a new
Thirst
I promise him everything—rivers, falls, Lake Saguaro—but he sniffs and turns away. Weeping and pleading, I follow him across the mesa. I fling my arms
Televisions in Hospital Waiting Rooms
Perspective Dreaming
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