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Poetry by Lyn Lifshin 

Lyn is an accomplished poet, responsible for over 100 books, including The Licorice Daughter: My Year With Ruffian, which won the Texas Review Award.  Winner of the Jack Kerouac Award, among others, she's been Poet In Residence at a few colleges, taught writing courses, and has been editor for four women writers anthologies.

 

 

© 2007 Lyn Lifshin

 

 

 

(from the Rapple Drive poems)

 

 

92 RAPPLE

 

Here, with the cat

on my feet

 

and fire, mango tea

 

Those days, when I

first started writing,

 

each tumble weed

a jewel.  I couldn't

 

imagine lovers against

the kitchen shelf,

 

succulents from New

Mexico, Arizona

 

less succulent

than I was but how

 

could I know, untouched,

sure I was untouchable

 

 

 

 

DECEMBER 28

 

they sold her dead

sister's car, turned

over the house key.

Her grief thru E-

Mail stuns. Never

close but not

estranged, that word

with such a foreign

sound. "Estranged."

The past. What

I might think as such

news as if had a

sister. There and not

there like a lover

who, it always was,

like talking to

someone in a coffin

 

 

 

 

 

THE DARKEST BLUE BLUES

 

when the cat, the

only warmth jolts up,

her claws knives,

somehow you turn

on the lights. Flames

lick skin just beginning

to grow after a tree

tore all but blood,

spotted red, a warning.

The only color that

isn't blue black

as fog and rain

move in

 


 

 

 

 

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