Touring the Doll Hospital Touring the Doll Hostpial By Amy Gerstler Why so many senseless injuries? This one’s glass teeth knocked out. Eyes missing, or stuck open or closed. Limbs torn away. Sawdust dribbles onto the floor like an hourglass running out. Fingerless hands, noses chipped or bitten off. Many are bald or burnt. Some,… Continue reading Strange Sundays: Poems that surprise. “Touring the Doll Hospital”
Poems that surprise. Featured poet: Jeanne Morel “At the Lilac Lodge, The Televised Animal Pageant Begins at 3“ I wanted a cat but I got a meditating monkey. Iwanted a cat but got a meditatingmonkey instead. No cat, but a meditating monkey. If you know your party’s extension youmay be a believer. If you suffer… Continue reading Strange Sundays: At the Lilac Lodge, The Televised Animal Pageant Begins at 3
This is a short poem by another one of my all-time favorite poets, Charles Simic. I admire him for his concise, yet rich imagery. Head of a Doll Whose demon are you, Whose god? I asked Of the painted mouth Half buried in the sand. A brooding gull Made a brief assessment, And tiptoed away… Continue reading Strange Sundays: Head of a Doll
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